Little girl in the big wide world

Harrow D'Angelo · 03-20-2012, 08:44 PM

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Harrow D'Angelo

She gets more and more curious with every day , More furious in every way
And she screams out loud, "Why's it happening to me?" And the answer is "It's meant to be"...

Word Count → 779 :: Forward dated 26th march, early morning? :3 Sorry if it's awkward in places, she's still rather new to me Smile

Maybe it was out of jealousy that she had decided upon this or maybe it was curiosity. The midnight coated girl wasn't entirely sure and had dedicated much time to pondering over her own emotions and reasoning behind her decision but still hadn't reached a conclusion that made sense to her; either way, she wanted a horse and was willing to go as far as to leave the safety of the pack to acquire one for herself and failure was not an option. Although she knew little about the powerful creatures, she figured since that since so many served luperci that they can't be that hard to catch or all that intelligent. Walking to the borders she was armed with little more then her shoulder bag containing her book and writing equipment, as well as a mixture of strong smelling herbs in a pouch; some she planned to bathe with to remove her scent, others she carried with her to aid in covering her scent.

As she reached them, she found herself surprisingly hesitant to leave regardless of the fact she could neither see nor smell any dangers outside of the borders, within her mind she was fixated on the fact anything outside of her home pack was a threat as well as beneath her. The first few steps outside of pack lands were the most painful, but gradually she grew more confident and comfortable with the feeling of being exposed and watched, keeping her head down she simply made her way over to a small pool of water, dumping half the herb pouch's contents into it she left her bag to the side and bathed thoroughly. With the matter of her scent sorted she began to get to work on the task at hand; finding horse.

Hours had passed and night had began to fall, the shadow coloured girl had managed to locate a small, empty den underneath the roots of a tree, shifting to her lupus form despite how inferior the form was, it was an required sacrifice so that she could wormed her way into the tight space, feeling reassured by the close proximity of all walls, bright green eyes stared out of the only large entrance and there she fell asleep, head rested lightly upon her crossed paws.

Pounding sounded all around her, causing the girl to wake with a start. Instantly she tried to stand only to slam her back upon the confined space, confused and scared her heart seemed to be pounding so fast and so loud she worried if they would notice her, whomever it was outside. Straining her ears she listened and breathed in the scents, noting horse and strangers. Awkwardly she stepped forward and poked her head out from her hidey-hole, spotting the distant figure of two retreating riders. “Lucky” she whispered, wriggling out from under the tree she shifted and began to follow their scents... for eventually the riders would have to dismount and rest for the night... right?

Time continued to pass and diligently she applied herself to the task of tracking the riders without stopping or resting, fearing if she wasted a minute or two she'd lose their trail and her opportunity to 'borrow' one of their horses. Wherever she walked everything looked the same... dark and lots of trees, but that didn't put her off, for she had their trail and they didn't know she was following them. Picking up her pack a little she broke out of her light job into a slight run, one hand raised to hold the strap of her shoulder bag, the other pushing strands of hair out of her face whenever she felt the need to do so. I'm getting close, i've got to be... slowing down she kept to the darker parts of her surroundings, hugging to the trees, green eyes focused and scanning for her targets or her prize.

Picking her path carefully she progressed making as little noise as she could, only to find a river and no scent to follow. Looking around, all she saw was trees and darkness.. no horses … no riders … no nothing. Realization sank into her and her small frame began to shake as panic filled her, stepping back she put her back to a nearby tree and slumped down, hugging her legs to her chest tightly. “It's okay, it's okay. Wait till the sun comes up and you can retrace your steps. You're okay, there’s nothing out here. You are safe” the words were barely a whisper as she tried to convince herself everything was fine. Like this she fell asleep, head rested on her knees and morning soon came.

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Oak · 03-21-2012, 07:40 AM

[html]kept it so that he did not find her right away

Oak carefully found his footing, claws sinking into the soft bark and his concentration sharp and focused. With a few steps he jumped to the thawed spring ground. The tree had been him home for the night, not as comfortable as his bed in the Manor but a bough was still gentler then the leaf littered ground. He brushed the remaining dead leaves from his russet pelt and looked to the lightening sky. Before him the world was still dim and dark, but dawn was not far off and the Dreamer gained confidence from that. As his name presumed the male was a kin to the forest and apt to climb a tree every now and again. He often looked to the limbs as his place to rest – though deep sleep was never truly achieved – when on the road away from the pack lands.

Alone, with no weapon other then what nature had provided him, Oak began searching for a trail. The neutral lands were heavy with prey, and it was not the first time he had scoured theses lands for a meal to bring back to Crimson Dreams. Blue eyes looked to the ground, taking a knee to get a closer perspective of what may have passed through the area during the twilight.

The hunter moved with a softness in his step, careful not to awaken any burrowed or denned creatures. A scent lingered in the air, one that was not passing but stagnant. Oak slowed, trying to unravel the interesting scent’s coding and understand what beast would carry such a different odor. It seemed herbal, like the plants his mother grew, but the mixture just didn’t seem right. He stepped with caution and all senses on alert.

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Harrow D'Angelo · 03-26-2012, 04:33 PM

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WC:: 391 - Singing loudly & still lost; rather sheltered kid, so not used to navigating new areas :')

Dark eyelids fluttered open, a blurry scene of trees and leaves came into view briefly before heavy lids fell closed once more. Cold. The lone thought penetrated her mind, stirring her thoughts and dragging her out of her dreams and imagination. Breathing in slowly she began the delicate task of unravelling stiff limbs, stretching them out cautiously, wincing as her legs complained as she eased them out straight before her. Pressing a hand against the trunk of the tree behind her, she managed to pull herself up to her feet, bending slightly at the waist she looked down at herself and began to pick out leaves and the like from her thick coat. Lifting her arms over her head she stretched and yawned, blinking a few times as vibrant eyes began to adjust to the morning sun. Now that there was light about the girl saw clearly for the first time where she'd ended up; a wide stream cut through the land a few paces away from her, the dirt ground littered with leaves and other typical forest debris, thick trunk trees surrounded her with an array of finer ones mixed in here and there.

Rolling her shoulders lightly, she began working finger through her hair, kicking herself for not bringing a brush with her; it wasn't out of vanity that she liked to look her best, but because of her need for things to be clean, neat and organised. Looking around she began to look for visual trails, any sign that would indicate the way in which she had come, whilst she breathed in the scents around her looking for anything that could assist her in finding her way to an area she was more familiar with.

Clenching small hands into fists at her sides, she squashed the rising panic that threatened to once again overwhelm her and began walking it what she could only hope was the direction in which she had come from. As she walked she soon began to sing, the lyrics were nonsense, not connecting to one another or making any sense, but by singing she broke the silence, made her situation seem less scary as well as keeping herself relaxed and relatively calm.

Pausing by a tree she rested her palm lightly upon it's rough bark, head titled to look at the sky. Where am?

Oak · 04-02-2012, 11:21 AM

[html] sorry for the wait!

Oak traveled with a deep sense of trepidation. His nose was to guide, to lead him in the right direction and not fool him. His instinct told him that something was off and it made him uneasy. He –should– have walked away in the opposite direction and yet he did not. The russet colored male continued on. His steps were slower then normal, but he did not halter in them.

Then a song came to his ears and Oak believed that he was in a dream. It was when the music touched his audits that he paused. The hunter in him rose, and he knew that he was far from dreaming. He was not even in the Dreaming territory, but the wilds of the common unclaimed lands. Paws were light along the ground, voiceless and moved with ease even though he was in his Optime form. The male looked to the ground, a spot nestled in the wood with the scent of the herbs lathered heavily upon it.

Tore bay gaze lifted, and he began tracking by sight and a scent that did not melt among the landscape but stood sharply against it. He closed in easily as soon as he began to follow the scent rather then simply attempt to unravel it. The Dreamer slowed when she, indeed he could catch that much from her scent, was close enough to hear clearly. Her question to the sky made his lips twitch in a bit of a smile. She was as lost as her scent suggested. Far from home? He suggested with a tinge of a question on the end. He stood in plain sight as he spoke, a ways away from the young fey as to not pose as a threat to her.

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Harrow D'Angelo · 04-25-2012, 01:09 PM

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You were right, we never really gave a damn
We spent our lives, running through the wasteland

Word Count → 357 :: Sorry about the wait aswell @_@

A cold shiver ran across her, the song upon her lips ceased as her paws suddenly felt like lead, anchoring her down to where she currently stood. Mind racing she thought back to the horror stories that had been whispered around her, tales of how young, foolish girls disappeared into the woods and never returned. Breathing in, her shoulders rose and bunched together a fraction, darks ears flicking back as her tail fell still behind her. Within her own pack borders she was confident, capable of rationally identifying each strange noise and every bump in the night, felling completely at ease and safe, but the lands she walked were certainly not her home and each scent, sound and subtle change in the scenery put her on edge.

Holding her eyes to the sky, the one thing that was the same regardless of where she was, she tried to force a calm to settle over herself, breathing deeply and slowly... resulting in little to no difference. Giving up her eyes fell level with the landscape just as a strangers voice burst the little bubble she had begun to form around herself, the male's voice answering her question and asking one at the same time. Turning sharply on the spot, vibrant eyes narrowed a fraction as she glared at the male, taking out all her built up stress, fear and frustration out in the one look. A clear product of her environment, the midnight girl could only distinguish others as higher ranked or lesser and her behaviour greatly changed dependent on where one ranked within her mind. Although the male so far hadn't posed as a threat to her or tried anything she'd define as funny.. unable to decide how to place the stranger so opted for information gathering.

“Lost would be a better description” she responded, her voice just above a whisper. Self consciously she reached up and flicked a few strands of hair away from her face, not that there was much she could do about her appearance now. “Where... is this?” she asked, gesturing around herself with a wave of her arm. “And who are you?”.

Well close your eyes and try to count to seven
And if we die, I'll meet you up in heaven
'Cause you're beautiful.

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