07-14-2008, 04:57 PM
She'd taken her leave of the packlands once more, knowing that sooner or later she'd have to start actually learning the lands more than what she already knew. She could find the old human city outside of her packlands but she barely dared to enter the grounds for she knew she'd probably be hopelessly lost for ages and be stuck backtracking her own scent to escape the decay of what had once been the modern ere. Today though she figured that there was no real issue with exploring the outskirts once more.
Firefly had paused on the outskirts of Quartz Shoreline, the scent of her mother and those other ragtag packmembers she'd picked up as they tried to ban together were present, marking out the lands they'd halfheartedly claimed. The scents still belonging to individuals and not to a whole yet. She shook her head at the markers and strolled away back towards the dirrection she knew would bring her back to the pack. She'd spent one day looking through the buildings and trying to find an treat or two in the stores but she hadn't returned since then. She knew she was close to the backalley store where she'd seen the knotwork necklace and armbands and she decided at the last minute to go back to retrieve them, if another already hadn't.
Padding down the street looking for the tale-tell signs of the backalley she'd found she stopped short as a scent reached her. She raised her head up in searching, somewhere buried in her deep past she knew the scent though it was old and foreign in her mind, someone she couldn't put a face to or a name either. She stopped in her tracks as she caught the scent again and decided to pursue it. She couldn't figure out how she'd know any scent in these lands since she knew her family's scent but this one didn't match any of her siblings or parents though was strangly like DaVinci's in some matter.
She growled softly as she became uneasy, not for certain if she should turn back or kept going when she came to the end of the trail among a small stretch of stores. She walked down the sidewalk looking to catch a sign of the other when a small movement in a window caught her attention. The bronze and cream girl stood at the glass and stared into the musty store, the scent of old worn pages caught in her nose as she recognized the place as a bookstore, and the one within it was obvious a coyote, though she couldn't figure out how the scent was tied to her own memories. She wasn't paying much attention as she studied the male, not realizing that her shadow was crossing his form and stealing light from his task he was concentrating on.
Firefly had paused on the outskirts of Quartz Shoreline, the scent of her mother and those other ragtag packmembers she'd picked up as they tried to ban together were present, marking out the lands they'd halfheartedly claimed. The scents still belonging to individuals and not to a whole yet. She shook her head at the markers and strolled away back towards the dirrection she knew would bring her back to the pack. She'd spent one day looking through the buildings and trying to find an treat or two in the stores but she hadn't returned since then. She knew she was close to the backalley store where she'd seen the knotwork necklace and armbands and she decided at the last minute to go back to retrieve them, if another already hadn't.
Padding down the street looking for the tale-tell signs of the backalley she'd found she stopped short as a scent reached her. She raised her head up in searching, somewhere buried in her deep past she knew the scent though it was old and foreign in her mind, someone she couldn't put a face to or a name either. She stopped in her tracks as she caught the scent again and decided to pursue it. She couldn't figure out how she'd know any scent in these lands since she knew her family's scent but this one didn't match any of her siblings or parents though was strangly like DaVinci's in some matter.
She growled softly as she became uneasy, not for certain if she should turn back or kept going when she came to the end of the trail among a small stretch of stores. She walked down the sidewalk looking to catch a sign of the other when a small movement in a window caught her attention. The bronze and cream girl stood at the glass and stared into the musty store, the scent of old worn pages caught in her nose as she recognized the place as a bookstore, and the one within it was obvious a coyote, though she couldn't figure out how the scent was tied to her own memories. She wasn't paying much attention as she studied the male, not realizing that her shadow was crossing his form and stealing light from his task he was concentrating on.