come fire, come water

Sky Rhiannon · 11-18-2011, 06:23 PM

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Since returning home from the AniWayan war, Sky hadn't really left her pack's territory. D'Arte was a safe place, without any chance of running into those who had scarred her during her time in AniWaya as a prisoner. However, the plantlife was slowly crumbling under the harsh cold of Winter. Soon, there would be nothing left. The herbs she needed as a medic were already dead. Her stores were running low.

So she'd made sure to inform Taliesin that she'd be making a trip up to Halifax, and to ensure her safe return the next day, she'd left behind her necklace, the one with her engagement ring from Shawchert on it, the one she never took off.

She hitched up Queen with a padded blanket and covered herself with a long, black trenchcoat and a sweater underneath, denim riding jeans on her legs and her boots from Daemon on her feet. She strapped saddlebags (without the saddle) behind her spot on Queen's back and then, with a hug and a kiss goodbye to her mate and daughter, Sky rode off towards Halifax.

It was to her surprise that as she rode down the main road towards the city that Queen started to act up. She snorted in a discontent way and veered to one side of the road, seeming to avoid the other. Sky clicked and muttered to her in low speech, but the mare eventually got too anxious and reared.

The reason?

Nearby, another horse with reigns attached. A male, probably; Queen hadn't ever liked strange stallions, especially ones without their riders. So Sky slid off of her mare and cooed softly, telling her to stay nearby at a comfortable distance. Queen whickered and then sped off. Sky knew she'd stay within calling range, as trained.

She turned to eye the stallion. His scent was nothing she'd ever noted before, probably a pack she'd yet to visit personally. A second scent, one of a canine, probably the rider, led off in another direction. Had they lost their horse?

Sky, being the nosey, concerned lady that she was, trotted off in the direction of the rider's scent. A few dozen feet along, more interesting smells bombarded her senses; blood, feline, rot, milk and that same pack scent from the horse. She must've been closing in.

The d'Arte medic made no effort to be stealthy as she finally came onto the scene. A knocked over dumpster and a black woman standing a distance away from it. Inside the dumpster was a cat, from what Sky could tell, a bobcat, dead with kittens pawing at her stomach.

Ew. She muttered before she could stop herself, coming to stand a yard away from the woman with her hands tucked neatly into the pockets of her jeans. Poor things. What happened? She glanced over at the woman, docked ears perking slightly with interest.

The black woman was a lovely sight; barely any scars that Sky could see and wearing only a pelt around her shoulders, her fur as pitch black as the night sky during the winter. Her eyes reminded the medic of the moon's glow, a sort of greenish-yellow, which only added to the woman's 'winter night' appearance. Even though Sanja noted that this woman was a prime target for the 'Dark Wolves' Liam was always going on about, Sky was already fond of her, at least for her appearance. Strange, as per the usual with Sky.

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