[p] the lessons that we've learned here

Elody Lykoi · 08-27-2012, 01:44 PM

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This is likely before Elody meets Zayden :3 and permission to jump him like she did? If not, I can edit :3 o gawd I fail <___< WHY, WHY ESSENCE DID YOU HAVE TO RAMBLE ABOUT UNIMPORTANT STUFF?

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With a flick of her wrist, the russet hybrid threw the knife towards the tree, hoping for the sharp object to hit the mark and stick in the wood. It could have been a good shot, a perfect bulls eye if not for the aim. It was given enough power to stick, and it did. The bone handle lay facing the sky in the grass. Disappointed with her shot, yet ready to try again, El slipped the knife back into her holder. Only a small amount of light slipped in from the dark green canopy above her head, the light dancing with the breeze. It seemed safer like this, armed to the teeth with her knives. She lay comfortably, back propped up against a tree, hand placed close to her previous daggers. There was nothing to do, no one to talk to and her belly was full.

Ellie would not let anyone say she was paranoid, but there was a bit of a right to be all alone. The girl would stiffen up, head high and eyes indifferent and tell them that she was not scared. But inside...She just wanted to curl up somewhere safe, unseen and far from everybody else.

There didn't seem to be any explanation for the chaos involving her family, since her dad's violence and the exile. Everything had once seemed so perfect, so controllable and so contained. Mother was loving, and father supported and supplied. Of course something had to go wrong. So much did the Lykoi want to find her siblings. Who knew? Perhaps they were as lonely and as terrified as she was. She refused to think of them as dead, Helena was too sweet and Lowry so fiery when he got going. Perhaps...Maybe they would live it through until she found them.

It was until she heard a hawk's cry, letting her tall cinnamon ears swivel, standing up tall. Something, or someone was close. Prey or canine like herself, she didn't like how close they were to her perimeters. Curiosity was often the fault to draw her from hiding, and this time she could not resist. Maybe a meal for later, or a foe to drive away. She stepped out from her dark mossy cover, feet soft on the soil and pine needles. The edge of the woods was not far, seeing the sunlight in the distance. What bothered the babe so much happened to be her size, her vulnerability if not for her knives. Whatever it was, it gave her heart a quicker beat, both scared and anxious to see what luck would foretell.

Reaching the edge, she pushed a soft green barrier of leaves and branches from in front of her body, slinking out into the light. Her pupils became pinpoint, squinting to see what it was. As her eyes adjusted, she glanced to the sky to see the hawk, but fell to disappointment as she couldn't see it. Something moved far away in the little field, perhaps the breeze rustling the stalks, or a creature. Narrowing her eyes, she sprinted forward, towards the far away rustle. But before she reached it, her foot caught on something furry, catapulting the bewildered coyote forward with a yelp. She fell hard, hitting the ground with a thud. Rolling over, Elody rubbed her elbow and turned to whatever got in her way. Her eyes narrowed, ready to give the blame to the thing. You-- But she stopped short, finding something familiar in those bright yellow eyes. Her expression changed, eyes widening slightly, ears peeled back towards her hair. She moved forward a little, crawling on her hands and knees. L-Lowry? Could this really be her brother?

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