Path of the Scarred

Vesper · 01-02-2012, 02:02 PM

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Went ahead and made everyone's exits, just to wrap this up... PP of X'yrin approved too. Vesper is leaving this thread now.

Snow swirled around the small coywolf, stirred up by great wings. The eagle owl landed on her, and while she might have snarled and dislodged the bird out of shock, the familiar scent cloaked around the nameless animal relaxed her. Her Shepard would be able to remedy the situation, even with what had transpired between them near Inferni. X’yrin carried wisdom that calmed the ice-fire spirit of the coyote hybrid; she was strong and sensible beyond all of the silly wolves that made up this peace-worshipping pack.

The pregnant woman calmed the collie then looked to Vesper, offering kind words that the tawny hybrid had to decline. “I’ll be okay,” she said gruffly, taking a couple of steps back and feeling the owl fly from her shoulders. Without a doubt, it would be going to retrieve its master.

There were whimpers from Kiara as the intensity of the frantic question hit her, and Vesper leaped toward her even as the others prepared to move the sled. She nuzzled the arctic wolf tenderly. “It’ll be okay, sweetheart,” she promised hoarsely, knowing that the others couldn’t possibly understand the fear. “Maybe there wasn’t enough blood. You’ll stay normal, Kiara—but I can help you, okay?” She would shirk her clan duties to help the precious girl cope with the transformation if fate happened to be cruel that day. They wouldn’t know right away, no—it would manifest later, that shift, and Ves would be there for her during it all if she had to. She only prayed that the virus hadn’t been passed.

She jerked herself back to reality as the collie named Neela addressed her once more, and the coyote hybrid turned her nose to point in the direction they came from. “It was a creamy-colored luperci, blonde hair, brown eyes. A dog.” She didn’t know breeds very well, but it’d been a floppy-eared bitch. “That direction—the neutral territory around the mountains.”

And then she was finished, and shaking her head at Shiloh again, stepping backwards, looking at Kiara—helpless, unsure of what to do. The owl left and a falcon appeared, one that landed briefly on Neela’s arm as the collie spoke to it, directing it toward where the dog might be. Vesper sat down, trembling, as the others drew the sleigh away, until the familiar amber hues of her Shepard looked down on her and the woman drew her aside…

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