It had been quite a long time since the Commander had ventured into the old city of Halifax. It really wasn't her ideal retreat, she much preferred natural sites and landmarks to this concrete jungle, but she had thought that getting out of her element might do her some good. Her mood was on the mend, but any little thing could send her spiraling back down into that pitch blackness that had consumed her heart for the past moon or so. Arms were crossed over her chest as she carefully picked her way through the debris littered streets. This place would be much more pleasant if it didn't look like such a war-zone, she thought. There was something slightly haunting about the place, all the dead and dusty stores and homes and buildings. It was hard to believe that this place had ever been bustling and filled with life, so long it had been in disrepair.
Today the sun was shining though, which gave the city a slightly less creepy look. Her favorite sightings were where trees and other plants had pushed up through the concrete to reclaim what had once belonged to nature. The juxtaposition of the natural and unnatural world was quite the image and the Italian fey found it intriguing. She stopped in front of a fairly good-sized tree, looking it up and down. She moved close and placed her hand on the bark, almost able to feel the pulse of life. It was funny. The humans had thought that they would be ever-enduring and that the world would never forget them and all they had built. Yet here, slowly, the city was being overrun by what had been there first. Luperci were probably the only creatures that truly remembered the humans, and now that was only by what had been left behind. They had thought they held the world in their hands, and it had been taken from them so quickly.
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