[p] they say the sun won't burn forever

Tlantli Kimaris · 04-12-2012, 03:38 PM

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(324) Dated for 11 April.

Tlantli is by Alaine!

The tawny-furred woman moved through the ruins, favoring her injured leg. She stank of dried blood and old injuries, gauze and the plants she'd been using to heal her injuries. Red marks showed through her fur here and there -- they were the clean and neat cuts of swords and bladed weapons, not the jagged things torn by Luperci claws and teeth. She bared her own fangs even thinking of the men and women who had attacked them, their reliance on weapons to inflict damage. It was not the way Tlantli fought.

She saw the disadvantage this group posed, however, and she had chosen to move her plans forward, even without a horse. She had considered stealing one from the stables, one of the communal beasts -- but the only one she trusted was the buckskin, and he was too docile even for her tastes. The rest were surly beasts, unfit for the long journey she must march. Perhaps an equivalent beast might be procured in Freetown -- Tlantli did not know, and she no longer had the time to care.

The stirring in her was evident, the change that signaled motherhood. She was not experienced enough to have recognized it immediately, and she judged herself a few days gone. This was as she had planned, though, and the woman knew her plan had included mobile birth from the beginning. She would need to settle down for a few weeks, of course, but she was prepared for this, as well. A longing had overtaken her entirely, and the pale yellow woman wished nothing more than to see the expanses of desert and mountainside caves again. It will be long months before that, she thought, sighing audibly.

Her inhale brought the fresh scent of The Auxiliary, the canine she sought. Sister, once -- no more. The hall where their group meals were taken was alight with torches, and Tlantli headed there, straightening her stride as she went.

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