08-28-2012, 03:32 PM
The last time she was here things had turned out none too pleasant for many in the pack. She had not seen the amphitheater since the day Silvano summoned the people of the Court and announced to all that he was the new Constable. After that, shit hit the fan when Mars barked out at him out of turn, disrespecting him and defying his authority before the pack. That had not gone over well with much of the Court, many spewed threats right back at Mars. Okay, perhaps the man was a bit of an eccentric, and outsider to them, but he was still pack and she stuck to her guns when she said that they were overreacting. As for Silvano becoming Constable? Well, how could she make a decision on how she felt about that? She didn’t know the man, and she really had just been a ghost around the Court since Misha and Vladmir died.
Her children. Mars’ and her children. Two of the three, gone, never to be seen again. Orin’s eyes lowered to the masonry beneath her foot paws as she walked up a set of steps, trying to banish the torturous thoughts of her lost puppies before the grief took over again. ‘You need to get out,’ some of her pack had told her. Stop being a recluse and heal from this tragedy. Well, she was trying to do just that. She didn’t know where she was going to go when she left her house, but when the vision of the amphitheater came into focus before her she wondered what force was calling out to her.
Seasons ago she would have loved a place like this, and since she was here now maybe a part of her held affection for the theatre still. It felt like that was all another life, another time. So much had transpired in a year and a half, was there any of the old Orin left?
“I don’t know,” she sighed to no one, her eyes raising to find that she was standing center stage staring at an audience of no one. Or, no, perhaps not no one, but just a house of ghosts, silent viewers that she couldn’t see.
(300+ :: Thread to also be geared toward obtaining Mantes co-rank.)
Her children. Mars’ and her children. Two of the three, gone, never to be seen again. Orin’s eyes lowered to the masonry beneath her foot paws as she walked up a set of steps, trying to banish the torturous thoughts of her lost puppies before the grief took over again. ‘You need to get out,’ some of her pack had told her. Stop being a recluse and heal from this tragedy. Well, she was trying to do just that. She didn’t know where she was going to go when she left her house, but when the vision of the amphitheater came into focus before her she wondered what force was calling out to her.
Seasons ago she would have loved a place like this, and since she was here now maybe a part of her held affection for the theatre still. It felt like that was all another life, another time. So much had transpired in a year and a half, was there any of the old Orin left?
“I don’t know,” she sighed to no one, her eyes raising to find that she was standing center stage staring at an audience of no one. Or, no, perhaps not no one, but just a house of ghosts, silent viewers that she couldn’t see.
(300+ :: Thread to also be geared toward obtaining Mantes co-rank.)