i've really lost my way

Misery · 03-24-2011, 05:11 PM

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The sea called to her. Misery had always held a fondness for being near the water. The piece of driftwood she was currently kneeling next too was particularly fascinating - the wood all twisted and strange from the water. The female was making her mind up whether or not to carry the piece back to her cave in Anathema, she enjoyed watching the driftwood burn. Fire could show one things that they were part of their kismet. Misery felt like she could use that - a sense of destiny. The visit from the dark spirit of her god had rattled her. Things felt unsettled and strange for her, and Misery was unsure of things. The old female felt rather like she was drifting out to sea, lost and weightless in the depths.

A foul mood had seized her. The dark spirit of Tak, devil-god of her homeland had visited her in the night. She had done her best to banish it, but the devil never really went away. Even now she could feel his red eyes looming and watching her. A heavy bandage wrapped her right hand and wrist - the cuts and burns beneath the bandages throbbed. Sleeplessness had plagued her as well, and the old wolf was rather in a fighting mood. She rose slowly, placing weight on her sleek black cane, giving the driftwood one last quick glance before looking around the quiet bay. Even the serenity of the place couldn't lift her dark, frightened mood.

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Iliya Rurik Russo · 03-30-2011, 08:29 AM

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Sorry for the wait ;_;

Today, Adrian had decided to take Iliya on a little trip away from the pack lands. The little pup had been dying to get out and explore the new lands since they arrived and had many sleepless nights due to it. He was always restless and begging his caretaker to take him adventuring and finally the golden brute gave in. He took his pup away from the safety of Cercatori d'Arte and to one of the beach. It seemed to be a bit of a dreary day, but that didn't really matter to the romping puppy. As soon as they got there, Adrian set him down for him to run around on his own, clumsy on his excited puppy paws.

He ran to the water as soon as he could, but ran away from the waves lapping at the shore. He wanted to get in, but he was scared at the same time. Adrian only chuckled at him, reaching down to give him a comforting pat when he ran back and hid behind him. The older male took notice of someone else along the shore when they got there and he watched her carefully, almost wearily, and Liya hadn't even noticed her yet. But not for long. The observant puppy followed his line of vision and saw the older white wolf and let out some happy yips as he bounded toward her.

That freaked Adrian out some and he followed, but didn't snatch him up to keep him from going over to her. Maybe she was friendly? Old people were normally friendly, right? If not he'd take his little boy and leave her to be a grumpy old woman. He was hoping she was nice. Iliya was having fun meeting new people. He thought everyone was awesome and nice and hadn't been proven otherwise yet.

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