the world we know won't come back

Vesper · 03-20-2012, 12:49 PM

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her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you

Word Count → 448 :: This is disjointed and sucky because the dude next to me was blasting obnoxious music from his crappy headphones but here! Big Grin

It was clear that much in life had changed. Vesper wanted to climb up to the peaks of the mountain range and sit and just watch the world—observe its new players, its changed rules. But she knew she could not watch for long without wanting to launch herself into it, for the sake of her comrades and for herself, and she knew she would not want to return to the mountains where she had crumbled for a very long time.

Distraction was her answer always, and she did her best to improve herself for the coming storm. The tension in the world was probably just an illusion, but she had seen the unease on the faces of her clan mates as they learned their leaders’ news. Certainly, the news of a wolf pack in the north and the fall of the Triarii had stunned everyone. It implied so much, and not everyone was prepared to face those implications.

The feral luperci donned her optime form as she had made an increased habit of these past few weeks. She never stayed this way outside of safe territory if she could help it, but her lessons with Helotes made it clear that she couldn’t forget it wholeheartedly. It was a struggle even to jog through the territory, though she liked threatening birds with skinny waving arms. She’d even managed to swipe a feather from Stark, coming to check on her as he had every day since the news of Blind’s death, which had either scared him away from her or had proven she was doing better.

It was nice to walk without a dark shadow, and Vesper looked around at the territory with a hint of wonder. She was used to the wasteland that was autumn and winter, beautiful sometimes in their own way with sheets of snow and crushed red and gold leaves—but a vernal Waste was new for her, and rich-smelling, and she wanted to shed this form to run through it on four legs. She abstained in favor of continuing the walk to the village.

She knew that Myrika had been involved at the border skirmish and that the woman had helped tend to a blinded Halo. The tall tawny woman had never seemed like a fighter, not like the signature Lykoi warrior, and while Ves liked that change of pace, it also concerned her. She didn’t know how Myrika had been affected by all this, and while it’d taken some pecking from the raven, she’d decided to see for herself.

Once more, Vesper walked up to the door. Her knuckles knocked against the wood lightly, a timid rapping, before more confidently she said, “It’s Vesper.”

Vesper Optime by Sie; table code from the Mentors!

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