a fine day to wander
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Geneva had not wandered far from Phoenix Valley since the birth of her child. Now that Pripyat was older and had ascended into the adult ranks of the pack, she felt better about giving him space. She still worried about him, but not as constantly as she used to. Her son had demonstrated again and again that he was a logical creature and that he could take care of himself. She was still happy to have him around often, but now more than ever he needed time and space to develop his own attitudes, outlooks, and habits. Geneva and Jefferson, as strange and mismatched as they seemed as a couple, had come together to raise their son, and she felt confident that they had done the best they could for him.


It had taken a considerable amount of time – more than she remembered it taking – to get to Halifax, but she was glad to make the trek. The slender gray female had assumed her more feral form and walked on four legs today. Prior to Pripyat’s birth, she had spent equal time in her forms, but since his birth she had been almost exclusively bipedal. It was a nice change of pace to return to her “roots,” so to speek. In this form, she felt that she moved with more grace and strength. She was still delicately built, thin and almost bordering on frail, but as she stretched her legs in a careless lope, she felt strong and free.


She wandered the cracked asphalt streets of the abandoned city and her thoughts flew backward. She had been raised from childhood in the shell of a once great human city herself, and now she lived in a far more rural setting, although she did make her home in a human built structure. She had forgotten how strange and ghostly an empty city could seem. She wondered if she would ever see New York again, but considering that she had not left Nova Scotia in two and a half years, the chances were slim.


Geneva was not much of a traveler. Her curious nature did lend her a small sense of adventurism, but her pursuits tended to run to the more cerebral side of things. She often did research in the tiny library that she and Jefferson had accumulated between the two of them. It had been a long time since she had updated it, and so she felt the need to come here. She would scout out books first, and then retrieve them at a later time. She thought that upon her return trip she would invite Davyn, since he seemed so interested in procuring human devices. Consumed by her thoughts, she slowed her pace and walked in a sort of preoccupied haze.



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712 words. Sooo sorry this is late, I forgot about this thread even existing until this morning! ;-; Also, this scenario is perfect for Shi to find her necklace.


Shiloh knew very little about humans. No one really told her much, except they left everything behind when they were wiped out. The damsel supposed it was a good thing, for humans, in her mind, were dirty, messy creatures. Even as her perfectly white form strolled out to the outskirts of Halifax, the barren city humans once lived in, she questioned whether or not to go back. Snow and frost did little to make the area look 'nicer', it only made the buildings look more threatening, as old walls and alleyways groaned through the cold wind. The Dawnbringer female wasn't sure what quite brought her to this place, but now she was here.

She stopped for a moment, as if hesitating to go in further into the town. It looked dangerous, but more importantly.. filthy. If the snow had not been there between her feet and the cracked gravel, she might have easily turned her nose. A small squeal erupted from her lips when a chill crawled up her back, and pulled her arms tighter around her body. She was crazy for leaving her home earlier that day without it, but the sun shining through the windows deceived her. Though the extra fur that grew on her body during wintertime would have sufficed, Shiloh was sensitive to cold, and demanded more than what was provided. Her adventures took her as far as to Whisper beach, that day, but curiosity in the young female pushed her onward.

And now, here she was, debating whether to turn around now. Off-white colored ears twitched in thought, but the first step further into the city confirmed her decision. As little as she knew about humans, she was told that they left several things behind that wolves used. Clothing, houses, utensils, and other such things. She wondered briefly, as snow crunched underneath her in descending a small hill to an outcrop of buildings, if humans left behind.. prettier things. Once or twice did she see elegant jewelry adorn some wolves, objects that wasn't made from leather or parts of animals, like the beautiful things AniWaya had.

A smile crossed her face in remembering that day, grateful to have seen a culture unlike what she knew of. She would have never known such a land existed had she not taken her small journey, and in a way today was another one. Shiloh found herself on a road where shops surrounded her left and right. Signs hung off chains or pegs, swinging freely, creaking sounds combined with hollow whistles from blown out windows. Cerulean eyes were kept open and alert, feeling slightly uncomfortable for the decision she made. The young woman turned the corner, and found more shops, though it seemed the destruction was less in this little bend of buildings. With nowhere else to turn but back the way she came, Shi decided she may as well take a look around.

A particular scent drifted through her nose, and the young female paused mid-step. It smelled like another wolf, though she could not be too sure with the other stenches of the barren, apocalyptic like city. She was more curious, though, than wary, as her head turned to look around her. There were no sights or sounds, though, that aided her, as Shiloh approached a slightly open doorway. Looking it over for a clean(er) spot, she pushed it further open with her foot, blinking into the darkness. "H-hello?" She greeted the stale, dust-laced contents of the building, open it wider when no one answered. Sun shone further inside, allowing the young white female to peer further inside.

What she saw before her was a small clothing shop of sorts, racks still hanging with shirts, pants, coats, and shawls, with several patterns and colors Shiloh never imagined to have worked together. A small 'o' formed on her lips, instantly curious how humans made these types of things. Day by day, the white and cream colored female grew interested in the making of clothing, objects that protected the body from harm, from weather, and from dirt! Shi smiled anxiously, though she had to force her eyes back to her feet. She had to watch her step in the slightly damaged shop, as she gingerly took a step into the doorway.

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