In this cold I can see my breath.

Orin Takekuro · 01-18-2012, 11:47 PM

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The cloudy woman had kept a low profile amongst her pack ever since the day that she found out there was a snake in their midst. She still had yet to convince her Capitana of the Rhiannon man's guilt, her quest only made more difficult by the fact that he was married to a long time member and now councilwoman of d'Arte. Her strife even becoming twofold, for the Rhiannon was a council member himself! D'Arte had seen dark times, but none so despairing as now, and the worst part was that everyone walked around blind to their plight. She strove to make them understand but no one would listen, her reputation quickly becoming soiled beneath thoughts of the crazy Takekuro woman. Yep, Orin had finally lost it now; never quite there to begin with, now her daughter had left, Shawchert was gone, and for some reason she had sent Juliet off to another land. That's when they really started whispering, for everyone knew there was something wrong with Orin when she sent away her own child.

Or were they whispering? These convictions were nothing more than the machinations of a paranoid mind, befuddled by too many sleepless nights and too many days spent dodging her own shadow. Her pack might have thought something was wrong with her – no, not thought, but knew, for she made it no secret – but surely they were not calling her a lunatic yet...

Amber eyes, normally so bright and cheerful, were today half lidded and shadowed, clouded with trouble. Even this far from her home lands she was not comfortable. There was a devil there. She didn't feel like she was getting away from it, she felt like she was leaving her blind family exposed... But still, the trouble was coming to a head there, and when she appealed to her Capitana that Titania had promised to visit but had not come calling, her alpha gave her leave to seek her daughter out. Why would the girl not have come like she said she would? Orin didn't reason that the pack had turned out to be more work than she thought, even though she had been around for d'Arte's founding and understood the demands of an infant pack.

Her turbulent thoughts made the rocky leap from her pack to her daughter. What if Titania wasn't really here, in the north where she had told Shawchert she would be? What then? Those were thoughts the woman couldn't even consider and quickly banished from her mind as she climbed over the treacherous, icy rocks of the Halcyon ridges. This place would be much better traversed in her lupus form, but the stubborn woman stuck to foot and hand as she squatted and lowered herself between a narrow opening in the rocks. Her lupus form... that might make this too effortless... she needed something to keep the panic from taking over...

Was she there yet? She was sure of it. If not by the obvious lack of other large predator scat then by the clear scent of the pack's marked borders. Was this Titania's pack? The borders were marked with so many scents and then compiled of so much snow that she didn't even know she was certain. Somewhere, deep down, she knew her daughter's musk was there. But the fearful part of her kept the woman cynical, expecting disappointment... grief.

Her howl sang out, though the sound was dampened by the thick snowfall. Eyes scanned for the first sight of a whoever, or whatever was to come.

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