09-14-2008, 11:52 AM
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I am so late about this. Guh.
Urma had divided her time the last few days between Twilight Vale's territory and Shadowed Sun's. The road between them kept her occupied, it gave her a reason to run back and forth and exhaust herself into sleep every night so she'd worry less about what was happening. She had little to do in either territory, and she spent as little time as she could in Shadowed Sun's, since seeing it hardly ever made her feel she could really, fully let go of it. She knew in time she'd go there, but, as with much of her past and with plenty of her talent for pushing it away, she also knew that once she joined Crimson Dreams she'd start going there less and less. Although she didn't want to go as far as leaving the country like she had done with her departure from Europe, she knew she couldn't hold on to something that was destined to fade in favour of her new home. She had always said you could never have more than one home. And she was decided she wouldn't let Crimson Dreams down before it had even properly begun.
She was close to Twilight Vale's borders when she heard the howl. She recognized it as Naniko's, and immediately associated it with Crimson Dreams. They were probably all gathering now. It was finally taking place. The imminent change couldn't have held back much longer, anyway. She realised, probably at a late time, that she had been far from making a resolution. All her running from one side to the other had hardly helped her decide where she was at right now. She remembered the conversation she had had with Savina and Naniko and Pilot. She knew this place would hold Naniko, whom she regarded as her friend, as well as Pilot, who meant a lot more to her than she herself admitted. Savina, along with all the other members, were soon to become part of the family she was picturing. She stopped, listening to the howl die out, knowing its meaning as well as she knew what she had to do.
Her paws took her there without her thoughts really demanding that of them. She stopped a few times, dead in her tracks, the past pulling her pack, telling her she could think this through more than she had. Urma would sit there, and try to catch any sound, and think about what she was about to do. She needed a place to belong. This place held her few friendships, her few attachments. She'd be close to Pilot. She'd maybe make it even with him for all his help. She knew she had people she could fall back on, who could in turn ask her for her support and she knew she could offer it, to them. She didn't want to be a loner, drifting from territory to territory, searching for a pack that held only strangers, that felt somehow away from the few things she had come to know well by now.
As she reached the outskirts of the gathering, she caught Naniko's words. She listened to them, finding in them a sense of peace. She saw Pilot and Savina, and a lot of wolves she had never been acquainted with, but would probably soon be able to call pack members. Friends, even. She tried to catch Pilot's gaze, or Naniko's, for some sort of encouragement, but she turned her own gaze away, afraid she'd find they couldn't offer her anymore reassurance than the fact that she had been included in this. She edged a bit closer, not really sitting next to anyone, but rather a bit behind, half-hidden by the deep shadows. She reclined to her haunches, but said nothing, expecting them to continue, just know she was there, but all she could really say was that she didn't know what to say at all.
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Urma had divided her time the last few days between Twilight Vale's territory and Shadowed Sun's. The road between them kept her occupied, it gave her a reason to run back and forth and exhaust herself into sleep every night so she'd worry less about what was happening. She had little to do in either territory, and she spent as little time as she could in Shadowed Sun's, since seeing it hardly ever made her feel she could really, fully let go of it. She knew in time she'd go there, but, as with much of her past and with plenty of her talent for pushing it away, she also knew that once she joined Crimson Dreams she'd start going there less and less. Although she didn't want to go as far as leaving the country like she had done with her departure from Europe, she knew she couldn't hold on to something that was destined to fade in favour of her new home. She had always said you could never have more than one home. And she was decided she wouldn't let Crimson Dreams down before it had even properly begun.
She was close to Twilight Vale's borders when she heard the howl. She recognized it as Naniko's, and immediately associated it with Crimson Dreams. They were probably all gathering now. It was finally taking place. The imminent change couldn't have held back much longer, anyway. She realised, probably at a late time, that she had been far from making a resolution. All her running from one side to the other had hardly helped her decide where she was at right now. She remembered the conversation she had had with Savina and Naniko and Pilot. She knew this place would hold Naniko, whom she regarded as her friend, as well as Pilot, who meant a lot more to her than she herself admitted. Savina, along with all the other members, were soon to become part of the family she was picturing. She stopped, listening to the howl die out, knowing its meaning as well as she knew what she had to do.
Her paws took her there without her thoughts really demanding that of them. She stopped a few times, dead in her tracks, the past pulling her pack, telling her she could think this through more than she had. Urma would sit there, and try to catch any sound, and think about what she was about to do. She needed a place to belong. This place held her few friendships, her few attachments. She'd be close to Pilot. She'd maybe make it even with him for all his help. She knew she had people she could fall back on, who could in turn ask her for her support and she knew she could offer it, to them. She didn't want to be a loner, drifting from territory to territory, searching for a pack that held only strangers, that felt somehow away from the few things she had come to know well by now.
As she reached the outskirts of the gathering, she caught Naniko's words. She listened to them, finding in them a sense of peace. She saw Pilot and Savina, and a lot of wolves she had never been acquainted with, but would probably soon be able to call pack members. Friends, even. She tried to catch Pilot's gaze, or Naniko's, for some sort of encouragement, but she turned her own gaze away, afraid she'd find they couldn't offer her anymore reassurance than the fact that she had been included in this. She edged a bit closer, not really sitting next to anyone, but rather a bit behind, half-hidden by the deep shadows. She reclined to her haunches, but said nothing, expecting them to continue, just know she was there, but all she could really say was that she didn't know what to say at all.
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