03-07-2010, 07:37 AM
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WC 600
Apologies, I was a little uncertain of how to respond. I hope this is alright?
Lucia had been many places as of late – new to the land, yet beginning to understand and remember the paths to each section she had visited. As such, she was in the mindset of discovering whether leaving her traveling days behind was an option – there were many clans here, many different personalities working together to create harmonious living conditions and a way for everyone to get along, yet deep inside, she was unsure of if that lifestyle was anything remotely close to what she was searching for – danger was a rush for her, and though she had often tried to avoid it, it usually found her. For some reason, she fared today would be no different – whether it was the company she would find or the circumstances she walked into – either way, her life was a roller coaster, and it showed no signs of slowing down.
Treading quietly, currently feeling more secure on two legs rather than her usual four, the obsidian female soon realized that from being so wrapped up in her thoughts about her life, her future, that she had stepped into a land which belonged to one of the many packs she had been considering. Weary of going further, rumors and memories of how many had died doing such a thing – trespassing that is – she slowed her paces and lifted her auds atop her crown. Listening carefully, there was a definite whisper of movement ahead. The scent, however, seemed unreadable, though she was pretty sure that it was not an alpha whom she had stumbled upon. Edging forward, the female soon caught glimpse of a male – an axe in one hand, and a fallen tree nearby. Curious, she pressed on, her maw parting for one simple word, hoping her tone seemed not too threatening, or perhaps even intimidating. “Hello.”
She had found it difficult to make friends these days – everyone seemed so uptight and nervous; perhaps it was the war? She assumed as much, and as she played no part in it as of the moment, she let it pass on by like a leaf in the wind. Sliding down to the ground, the female rested with her back against the base of a seemingly old tree, the bark pressing into her spine as she stretched out her legs and pulled a cigarette from a green rucksack which lay slung around her left shoulder. Lighting it, she inhaled the smoke deeply; enjoying the taste as it danced on her tongue as though like chocolate to a comfort eater in despair. Exhaling, a small foggy halo forming around her crown, she signaled to the stranger – his aura nonthreatening and, even friendly it seemed. “Cigarette?”
The offer was genuine, she had plenty of them. Though part of her doubted this male smoked anyway. He seemed too... innocent. Experiences, however, had taught never to assume – for that always caused problems, and as such, Lucia's guard remained up; her eyes watching the male carefully. “What are you doing up here?” she inquired, hand pointing toward the fallen tree, “Are you a woodsman?” She smiled, dragging another poisonous inhale from her cigarette and allowing her body to slump even more so against the base of the tree. This land was pretty, though if all seemed like this male, she doubted very much that she would ever fit in here. It seemed too peaceful, too quiet – too relaxed. She always enjoyed a bit of adrenaline, and she had already decided it was unlikely to be found here.
WC 600
Apologies, I was a little uncertain of how to respond. I hope this is alright?
Lucia had been many places as of late – new to the land, yet beginning to understand and remember the paths to each section she had visited. As such, she was in the mindset of discovering whether leaving her traveling days behind was an option – there were many clans here, many different personalities working together to create harmonious living conditions and a way for everyone to get along, yet deep inside, she was unsure of if that lifestyle was anything remotely close to what she was searching for – danger was a rush for her, and though she had often tried to avoid it, it usually found her. For some reason, she fared today would be no different – whether it was the company she would find or the circumstances she walked into – either way, her life was a roller coaster, and it showed no signs of slowing down.
Treading quietly, currently feeling more secure on two legs rather than her usual four, the obsidian female soon realized that from being so wrapped up in her thoughts about her life, her future, that she had stepped into a land which belonged to one of the many packs she had been considering. Weary of going further, rumors and memories of how many had died doing such a thing – trespassing that is – she slowed her paces and lifted her auds atop her crown. Listening carefully, there was a definite whisper of movement ahead. The scent, however, seemed unreadable, though she was pretty sure that it was not an alpha whom she had stumbled upon. Edging forward, the female soon caught glimpse of a male – an axe in one hand, and a fallen tree nearby. Curious, she pressed on, her maw parting for one simple word, hoping her tone seemed not too threatening, or perhaps even intimidating. “Hello.”
She had found it difficult to make friends these days – everyone seemed so uptight and nervous; perhaps it was the war? She assumed as much, and as she played no part in it as of the moment, she let it pass on by like a leaf in the wind. Sliding down to the ground, the female rested with her back against the base of a seemingly old tree, the bark pressing into her spine as she stretched out her legs and pulled a cigarette from a green rucksack which lay slung around her left shoulder. Lighting it, she inhaled the smoke deeply; enjoying the taste as it danced on her tongue as though like chocolate to a comfort eater in despair. Exhaling, a small foggy halo forming around her crown, she signaled to the stranger – his aura nonthreatening and, even friendly it seemed. “Cigarette?”
The offer was genuine, she had plenty of them. Though part of her doubted this male smoked anyway. He seemed too... innocent. Experiences, however, had taught never to assume – for that always caused problems, and as such, Lucia's guard remained up; her eyes watching the male carefully. “What are you doing up here?” she inquired, hand pointing toward the fallen tree, “Are you a woodsman?” She smiled, dragging another poisonous inhale from her cigarette and allowing her body to slump even more so against the base of the tree. This land was pretty, though if all seemed like this male, she doubted very much that she would ever fit in here. It seemed too peaceful, too quiet – too relaxed. She always enjoyed a bit of adrenaline, and she had already decided it was unlikely to be found here.