07-06-2011, 04:26 PM
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http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... table2.png);background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;"> Set on the 7th if that's ok? Sorry already I'm having to sort timelines lol.  pushitinThe night had fallen, the sun had finally fallen below the horizon, plunging the lands into darkness, well if it hadn't been for the blankets of stars hanging in the sky, tiny pinpricks glittering in the inky blackness of the void of space. The moon hung as a crescent, a stretched grin illuminating the landscape beneath it. The trees stood as drak shadows all about hiding small creatures at their roots, and amongst the leaves, through all of this a dark shape moved, a tall slender shape. It walked on two legs, hands swingling idly by it's sides, a long curled mane flowed and was occasionally caught by the wind and tossed about, blowing about the dark figure's shoulders as it padded towards the network of caves ahead of it. It paused, searched about in a leather satchel hanging by it's hip, from this it produced a silver flute, which it brought up to it's dark lips, it's breath and long, deft fingers playing a soft tune as it walked, this figure was of course Soran. pushitinIt had been a back and forth sort of day, Soran had been hunting for family since Dayna had left her, she had finally accepted that she did not want pups with Dayna as all that she wanted were her own pups back, her own children and grandchildren, she wanted the years she had missed back, wanted them playing about her feet, wanted to teach them all she knew, how to read, how to write, how to play a tune on her beloved flute. She wanted to be the mother and grandmother that she was supposed to have been, that she could have been, had she just tried. If two years of wallowing in self pity had taught her anything it was that she had no excuse for leaving, not really, she had been stupid and selfish, and now she was determined to right the wrongs of her past. To see if she could once again have a family, one that was together once again and not scattered to the four winds, mostly she wanted to inhale the scent of her blood, to know that nearby her genes were being well taken care of in happy, able bodies. Mostly she just missed her family terribly. pushitinAnd so she was walking now, she had already been past this place recently, and she was quite unable to believe that she had passed Naniko by whilst hunting for her, the dark lady had made her way to Crimson Dreams, hoping to find her son or daughter-in-law there, only to discover that neither were there, nor were their pups, though she knew that at least one of them wasn't already. She had infact met Haven earlier today, along with his mate and a pair of her great-grandchildren, she was astounded to find that she was a great grandmother, she had already been feeling old, having found the stray silver hair here and there, mostly dotted along her facial scar line. She supposed it was the natural thing to do though, she was after all not meant to be alive, she had survived against all odds, it was something to be proud of she supposed. pushitinSo she had travelled to Crimson Dreams, just to be told that Naniko was not there, they thought she had gone Northward, to a place called Anathema and so Soran had walked a long way, only to be turned around to practically where she had started, a most ridiculous occurence, however having seen the way Haven had reacted to family, she needed to know what was happening with little Naniko, she needed to see Nani. And so here she was, standing at the mouth of a cave, she stuck her head in and peered into the gloom. "Hello? Nani? Nani!" The obsidian fae called, listening to her voice echoing off of the rocky sides of the deep cave. She remained outside, twirling her flute nervously between her fingers, hoping that Naniko had heard her, and that she would be pleased to see her. |