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[Soran Aatte]

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For Haven Hiiiiii! How are you? push it inThere was a sudden break in the light shower of rain that had been going on all night, it had calmed slowly as the inky-black sky had lightened, warming the room with rose and gold hints until finally the dawn had broken properly and the sun attempted to shine through the thick grey clouds, fat with rain drops, promising more rain later in the day. But for this moment there was a break in the showers, the pattering of small water droplets against the smudged window pane in Soran's room had ceased, leaving small rivulets as the last droplets raced down the glass, allowing gravity to drop them to the window sill. Outside the wind was blowing through the trees sharply, warmer that it had been earlier, but still as blustery as it pulled more of the leaves from the gnarled branches that they sat upon. The last few leaves of autumn were fighting stubbornly against being stripped from the trees that they clung to, challenging the inevitable change of the seasons, refusing to go, but one by one being pulled against their will into the air and onto the wet ground at the roots of their former homes. push it inThe tall lady lay sprawled on her new bed, having had the room for around a week she had yet to make it really home-like, not having had time to do anything more than pack the few books and possessions she had had with her in her canvas bag when she had arrived at the borders, having not yet had time to go and raid the nearby library to increase both the pack's and her own reading stash. Soran stretched, yawning slightly, crossing her lithe front legs one over the other, stretching out her paws carefully, flexing her toes and claws slowly. Another yawn escaped the ebony fae's lips, her night had been restless, her dreams filled with the dancing red boy that she had killed, and Hollow's laughing face, no matter how many times the fae had lunged at the red male who had fathered her pups in her dream she could not hurt him and still he had laughed, one arm resting protectively around Dhalia's waist, proving that her daughter was his, that he had corrupted her to his way of thinking, that he had tarnished their only daughter. push it inA grumble rolled in the dark lady's stomach and her velvet ears flattened against her dark skull, the silver hoops in her left ear glinting in the early morning light. She let out a sigh, knowing that it was time to move, she was hungry and there was only one way to solve that, to go and get something to eat. Soran was still uncomfortable with going into the pack's stores in order to feed herself, she felt that she had not been there long enough to have that right yet, true Naniko knew who she was, as did Salem, but the dark lady was unsure who else was in the pack, it was more than likely that she would encounter someone that she did not know and they would be upset about her simply helping herself to food. Plus she felt rude, having not yet had a chance to bring anything substantial back for the pack; she did not feel that she had contributed so she would not take yet. And so the dark grandmother slid from the bed, landing silently on her large paws, padding softly across the floor and pushing the door open with her shoulder, wincing at the way it creaked, straining against the old hinges, knowing that she would have to shift into her bipedal form later on and fix that so that it opened soundlessly, in case she went for one of her midnight wanders, she wouldn't want to wake the whole house just because she fancied a stroll under the moon. push it inAnd so Soran trotted down the stairs and out of the front door merrily, standing on the porch momentarily, breathing in deeply, smiling at the scent of the crisp of the fresh morning air. She loved the scents that autumn brought, the smell of the wet grass and trees, the smell of the berries and nuts growing here and there on hedgerows and bushes, and best of all, the scent of those creatures who were gathering the berries and nuts to store for the winter. The lady's jade eyes scanned the lands close to the house, smiling slightly she she spotted the fat little rabbit nibbling away at the grass by the base of one of the nearby trees, it's black eyes staring unnerved into the lands, having not spotted her from her vantage point on the porch. Suddenly the ebony lady lunged forwards, leaping from the wooden porch, her strong legs powering her onto the ground, the fae landed at a run, racing towards the rabbit at speed, despite everything the fae had kept up her hunting and so this kind of chase was not too much of a challenge for her yet, she may have been a grandmother but she felt far from old as she raced, exhilarated towards the suddenly terrified rabbit. It tried to run, it's small legs powering it away from the dark lady, but she pounced, catching it in her jaws, killing it as quickly as she possibly could, not wanting the small creature to suffer. Just because she was now Soran's breakfast didn't mean that she had to deal with any pain or fear for any longer than was necessary.

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