This town was built by the lunatic [P]arade

Soran Aatte · 10-04-2012, 01:41 PM

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she's quiet when she's down
strangers from other towns

nowhere to be found
on this side of the scene

Private for Tal/ Vannah-face <3<3<3 Set in Arisiag Shoal... but right next to the New Dawn borders. Dated for the 5th of October Smile

WC: 916 (sorry it's looooong XD)

The evening was well underway, the sun had sunk beneath the horizon a fair while ago. The sky had faded from all a clear unmarred blue into the inky blackness of the night. All around stars twinkled, small beacons of light so many thousands of miles away, their light being the only evidence that they really existed. The moon had gained a strange yellowish tinge this evening, it was now waning, somewhere between completely full and a half moon, soon enough it would fade away to nothing and then rebuild itself. The breeze was cold, especially rolling in from the sea as it was here, it whipped at the grasses of the plains, well what was left of them after the storm, the stalks bent and swayed as the winds blew against and around them. Soon enough this grassland gave way to the rocky shore by the sea, followed by sand before the land finally gave way to the vicious currents of the waters that crashed against the shore. The sea seemed jet black tonight as well, mirroring the night sky, even the small lights that hung high in the sky, in the water they seemed to dance joyfully, playing together in the waves. The smell of wood smoke hung in the air, thick and warming. The source of this soon became apparent, a medium sized fire, lined with large round stones burned brightly on the beach, casting warming, dancing light across the rocky shores of the lands. Beside this sat a sable female, Soran. She had crept out of the lands at nightfall, taking many of the branches that she had gathered during the day, the winds of the hurricane had ripped them from the trees and Soran had been tidying the lands all day, now she was putting the wood to good use. It was rare for the sable female to be in her Optime form nowadays, she preferred to stick to the pack's own preference, her four legged form, but today she had needed her hands to allow her to move the wood and she had not bothered to shift back.

So here she sat, stretched out before the fire, resting on a gnarled piece of driftwood that had been bleached almost white by the salt of the seas. Her long curled mane had grown even more in her absence from New Dawn, the gentle waves and curls now falling down her back, almost to her elbows. The two brightly coloured feathers, one red and one green, gifts from her daughter Rain, fluttered in the breeze as she sat there, they were attached to her mane on the left hand side of her face and seemed to be performing some strange dance with tendrils and wisps of her ebony pelt, with the now whitening streak at the front, another sign of her age. Across her scarred chest and resting against her right hip was her canvas satchel, she had still not been able to give it up, she knew that Zalen would allow her to keep it but would prefer that she didn't, but somehow it was a connection to her old life and she couldn't quite bring herself to rid herself of it, not yet. Her green eyes were not filled with their usual dancing cheerfulness, they seemed darker than usual, filled with worry. The truth was that she could not get Deuce out of her mind, her pale mate was missing and she missed her more than anything. She had been missing for far too long now and the sable female could not get over the idea that it was all her fault, she had left after all; what if Deuce had left to look for her? What if the alabaster healer had left because she was certain that her ebony pelted lover had fallen out of love with her? Surely the pale female knew how Soran felt though? She had always loved Deuce, the pale female had always held her heart, even when she had first left the lands all those years ago, no matter how far apart they had been Soran had always loved her. Oh where was her lover? Was she safe? Was she well? Soran's mind reeled and rolled with the ideas, what if something terrible had happened to her? Oh she hoped more than anything that the pale female was safe and well. As she thought she was tossing small pebbles into the sea, but soon enough her hands were empty and she had no energy to get up from her seat and gather any more, besides the monotonous task wasn't taking her mind off of her worries enough for her liking. So the sable female reached into her bag, long dexterous fingers clasping what they were looking for quickly, she drew out the silver dagger from her bag and proceeded to carve her initials, followed by Deuce's into her driftwood seat, circling the whole thing with a heart. Once this was done she reached into her bag once again, assembling her flute and raising it to her lips, it had been so long since she had last played. She began to play a lilting, slow tune, something that Deuce used to sing to her when the pale female had thought she was asleep, she did not remember the words, always being on the edge of slumber when Deuce sang it, but the tune was burned into her mind and her heart. And so she played.

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