01-12-2010, 12:06 AM
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SoSuWriMo 356
It wasn’t very often that the Commander of Crimson Dreams made the trek into the city, but she figured she had better go before the weather got too bad. Her long cream coat and multihued scarf were wrapped around her to help stave off the frigid cold. The Mediterranean wolf was not built for such a climate and so she donned such human leftovers when at all other times she preferred to be au naturale. At this time of the year though her preference was to stay warm and so the old clothing helped. She wanted to find similar coats and scarves for her daughters and one for her son as well. Gotham may not be bothered by the cold so much to need a coat, but she knew that her girls would appreciate the extra layer as much as she did, especially Cambria. Her chocolate daughter was even skinnier than she was.
That wasn’t the only thing that Savina was hoping to find though. With the news of Haku’s ascension to the throne of Dahlia de Mai she was hoping to catch Anselm around and make sure that everything was alright on his end of things. Ryan and her daughter may have been gone from the lands, but the de le Poer male was one of her dearest friends and she knew that with Haku Soul in control Inferni’s safety was at risk. She hoped that things wouldn’t resort to war, but deep inside she already knew that that was probably too much to hope for. Without someone for the brown beast to bow his head to he would run rampant with his madness and no one in Nova Scotia would be truly safe.
She kept her head ducked as the wind made her raven locks dance in the air as she made her way down the streets of the abandoned city. The wind was even worse between the crumbling behemoths. It almost made her want to run back to the warmth of her home, but she pressed on in the direction of Anselm’s garage in the hopes of hearing news, whether good or ill.
It wasn’t very often that the Commander of Crimson Dreams made the trek into the city, but she figured she had better go before the weather got too bad. Her long cream coat and multihued scarf were wrapped around her to help stave off the frigid cold. The Mediterranean wolf was not built for such a climate and so she donned such human leftovers when at all other times she preferred to be au naturale. At this time of the year though her preference was to stay warm and so the old clothing helped. She wanted to find similar coats and scarves for her daughters and one for her son as well. Gotham may not be bothered by the cold so much to need a coat, but she knew that her girls would appreciate the extra layer as much as she did, especially Cambria. Her chocolate daughter was even skinnier than she was.
That wasn’t the only thing that Savina was hoping to find though. With the news of Haku’s ascension to the throne of Dahlia de Mai she was hoping to catch Anselm around and make sure that everything was alright on his end of things. Ryan and her daughter may have been gone from the lands, but the de le Poer male was one of her dearest friends and she knew that with Haku Soul in control Inferni’s safety was at risk. She hoped that things wouldn’t resort to war, but deep inside she already knew that that was probably too much to hope for. Without someone for the brown beast to bow his head to he would run rampant with his madness and no one in Nova Scotia would be truly safe.
She kept her head ducked as the wind made her raven locks dance in the air as she made her way down the streets of the abandoned city. The wind was even worse between the crumbling behemoths. It almost made her want to run back to the warmth of her home, but she pressed on in the direction of Anselm’s garage in the hopes of hearing news, whether good or ill.