The Harlots Flock Like Hummingbirds

Parker Sadira · 09-27-2011, 12:34 PM

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This looked lonely! :3

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Parker often enjoyed the lull of nighttime more than the hectic daytime. Both had their appeals to her, but she had become accustomed to brief naps throughout the day rather than a full period of rest. It meant that she got to see the best of both worlds. For purposes of drawing, cloud watching, and general time spent outside of the manor, it was better to be awake during the daytime. For almost all other purposes, the nighttime was more appealing to her. It meant that there wasn't a constant presence of other wolves. Most wolves slept at night. It was why the AniWayan raid had been planned for that time. There might be some out and about, but the majority would be asleep in their beds. Even once rallied, they had lost wolves that were captured by the cursed AniWayans. War sat at their borders, a war that she was sure they could win. With her fierce mother at the helm of the pack, how could they ever lose? Though she hoped it would be a more peaceful agreement to end the war, rather than bloodshed. Parker didn't want anyone to die.

Tonight was a good mixture of dark and light. The moon shone brightly enough that she could see clearly around her and she was moving quietly through the woods. She had mastered moving almost silently since she was very young. Quietness was a personality trait that manifested itself in every motion of her body. Stillness, quietness, and a tendency toward the optimistic. Despite the loss that they had recently experienced, she was more concerned with peace and keeping those around her happy than she was with the war to come. There were others who were better suited to the art of war. She herself was a pacifist in general, though she would defend herself when it came to it. If the pack needed it, she would go to war for them. Dearly did she hope that it never came to that, though. Especially because she knew that her mother and brothers would be at the head of an assault; Gotham and Silvano couldn't help it, the ferocity beat hot in their blood. It was something that she had not inherited, it would seem. It had not yet risen to the surface if she had.

Her thoughts turned over and over as she walked, mostly just feeling comfortable walking and mulling over her feelings. Parker was attentive to what was happening around her, though. Especially given the pack's current state of affairs, it would be unwise to feel safe just because she was home. So it was that she noticed Soran when she might have usually missed the dark female's presence. Her nostrils flared, affirming that it was a packmate. Her fingers raised in a greeting, wondering what the other Crimson Dreams member was doing out and about at this hour.

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