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AtaxiaDelacour
Something was amiss, this wasn't right. As far as she knew how life worked and went, how she felt was off. It was like, something was missing. Perhaps, it was due to the fact that it was becoming ever more apparent that her actions, up until but an evening or so ago, had lead her nowhere in life - philosophically speaking. With all the miles of country and forest she'd seen through the last few years, she'd accomplished nothing. Retained no personal bonds with anyone, shaking free any who seemed to have interest in hanging around. It had been nothing to her up until late. In fact, it wasn't often that she'd even really thought about how lonely it had become to live her lifestyle. Though now, it seemed that two years of her life had been blinked away in a useless journey that had taken her nowhere.
Joining the ranks of this pack had satisfied her disturbing and new urge for purpose for but a few moments. Though the change was drastic, it was as if it had been but a temporary fix. Now here she sat, alone still but simply now having confined herself to one place rather than be simply.. meandering aimlessly. Yes, this was all something she wasn't sure she was ready to handle. She'd been so relieved just to be away from her small primitive clan of a family she didn't care about the destination less journey. Well, for now she was at least going to have to be temporarily satisfied with what little she'd recently accomplished. She just couldn't stand the feeling of restlessness.
Ataxia was indeed in rare form tonight. The woman, normally always remaining in her true-wolf form (being pure of blood, unlike many whom she'd come to meet over time) had taken to her hind-legs, her werewolf side being a sure-fire signal to any who knew her that she was anxious. Sitting in the settling post-sunset haze, her duo-colored gaze was turned towards the cliffs edge, watching the distant, blurred forms of the crashing waves. She had to admit, she loved the lay of what she had seen of the territory so far. She assumed if she looked into it (this meaning she'd be taking this form more often) she could get into one of the cottages just a stones throw from here. That was a topic to think more upon at a later date, for now.. she just wanted to enjoy the bite of the salty wind, feeling the light blonde-brown locks of her hair-like mane blowing over her human-like shoulders. Yes, she was indeed in rare form tonight.
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