07-17-2008, 06:27 AM
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OOC:
Yay another thread with you! I was really hoping you wouldn't mind another!
IC:
Urma had fallen asleep in Pilot's den, but doubt and conflicting feelings had made her decide two hours into the night that she should find another place. So, feeling a bit lonely and knowing it was impossible to find the comfort of cuddling up next to someone else, she had wondered in the direction of one of Shadowed Sun's streams. Feeling far too tired to find a place less in the open, and thinking she was secure enough seeing as she was within pack lands, she settled for the shelter of a tree. She hadn't had much sleep, however. She felt a number of things were bothering her; firstly, she had no clue whatsoever as to how she could make it up to Pilot for all his help. Secondly, she wished he hadn't understood her abrupt departure in the middle of the night as lack of gratitude. She couldn't know for sure herself what it had been. She felt she had been trespassing, somehow forcing her way into his home and in his life. And there was nothing in the world that gave her the right to claim those things as hers. It was already too much that he had been willing to bring her into the pack.
Still a bit sleepy and with a multitude of thoughts clashing in her mind, she lay down against the tree trunk, looking at the stream as it followed its way further on. It seemed as if nothing could stand in its way. It had the tranquility, the security of always being able to move forward that Urma somehow couldn't welcome back. She needed a change. She needed to remind herself how it had been before Mörker, how she had gotten along then, by herself. But she was in a sense fighting a lost battle. Mörker was no longer a part of her life, and thinking what it had been like before was senseless; he had always been there, since she could remember. And she knew she didn't miss him now as much as she had, back then. But the feeling of belonging that she had had with him... she knew she missed that very much.
Urma pulled away from her thoughts, and looked around her. She could smell the presence of another wolf. She craned her neck a bit to see. Certainly enough, it was Pilot, some way away from her napping spot. For a moment she wanted to stand up and go talk to him. The next however, she was afraid he might be angry at her for the night before. She watched him, her plain-coloured eyes taking in every detail as he cupped water in his hands and drank it. It looked almost as if she was stunned. She still couldn't stop herself from matching his coat with hers. With home. But wasn't this home, now?
OOC:
Yay another thread with you! I was really hoping you wouldn't mind another!
IC:
Urma had fallen asleep in Pilot's den, but doubt and conflicting feelings had made her decide two hours into the night that she should find another place. So, feeling a bit lonely and knowing it was impossible to find the comfort of cuddling up next to someone else, she had wondered in the direction of one of Shadowed Sun's streams. Feeling far too tired to find a place less in the open, and thinking she was secure enough seeing as she was within pack lands, she settled for the shelter of a tree. She hadn't had much sleep, however. She felt a number of things were bothering her; firstly, she had no clue whatsoever as to how she could make it up to Pilot for all his help. Secondly, she wished he hadn't understood her abrupt departure in the middle of the night as lack of gratitude. She couldn't know for sure herself what it had been. She felt she had been trespassing, somehow forcing her way into his home and in his life. And there was nothing in the world that gave her the right to claim those things as hers. It was already too much that he had been willing to bring her into the pack.
Still a bit sleepy and with a multitude of thoughts clashing in her mind, she lay down against the tree trunk, looking at the stream as it followed its way further on. It seemed as if nothing could stand in its way. It had the tranquility, the security of always being able to move forward that Urma somehow couldn't welcome back. She needed a change. She needed to remind herself how it had been before Mörker, how she had gotten along then, by herself. But she was in a sense fighting a lost battle. Mörker was no longer a part of her life, and thinking what it had been like before was senseless; he had always been there, since she could remember. And she knew she didn't miss him now as much as she had, back then. But the feeling of belonging that she had had with him... she knew she missed that very much.
Urma pulled away from her thoughts, and looked around her. She could smell the presence of another wolf. She craned her neck a bit to see. Certainly enough, it was Pilot, some way away from her napping spot. For a moment she wanted to stand up and go talk to him. The next however, she was afraid he might be angry at her for the night before. She watched him, her plain-coloured eyes taking in every detail as he cupped water in his hands and drank it. It looked almost as if she was stunned. She still couldn't stop herself from matching his coat with hers. With home. But wasn't this home, now?