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Amy Sunders
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04-28-2012, 11:34 AM
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Amy Sunders

Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.


Raoth was finally broken. Not that it made Amy's job any easier. Now she had to fight to keep him from imprinting on the wrong canine. He'd already shown attempts at attaching himself to Dhiate, and Amy had no idea how to deal with a slave owning a slave. So Raoth trailed behind him as she moved through the city, scouting for various odds and ends that she could sell. Jewelry was high on the list, especially after the thief had broken through her supplies. It had made her furious, but the rain had prevented her from catching him.


He wouldn't go far though. Amy would find him again, and when it happened he would pay for taking her property. Smiling darkly she entered a small house. Nobody had entered here before, her tail wagging slightly. Whoever had owned this home had held a love for jewelry. Nobody looked here, and even if the selection wasn't as large as it would be for a jewelry store it had some nice pieces, and she was secure in the knowledge that no one else would be sticking their heads in there.


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Harrow D'Angelo
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05-04-2012, 04:48 PM
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WC:: 430 - OOC here!


Solitude was welcomed by the shadow coated woman, although she appreciated Hael's company he was but a stranger to her, albeit a kind one who had shown her nothing but loyalty and patience, as well as the fact he was easy to get along with. But isolation eased her, the confines of her mind her own haven, somewhere where she could access and think things over without the trivial interruptions company offered.

Stripped of her home she only had the car shell to call hers, but that was where Hael lived, it was as much his as it was hers and she wouldn't force him out of it just so she could have her own isolated place to think; as tempting as it was, she had a weak spot for the brindle and good looking men in general, it seemed she was always more tolerant and giving towards them, desiring their praises, love and attention as any girl should and she truly believed she deserved it, for although they did not know she was the daughter of Eris, a princess and someone to be served and pampered on, not some lowly loner pauper.

Moving from her new home, she wondered aimlessly between the mix of forest and city, staying within ear shot of Hael so that he could hear her if she screamed for help; a complex or a fear she now found within herself after the attacks on Salsola. Slight sounds and whispers had her mind racing, fearing what may lie around the corner despite how foolish she knew it was; but equal to her fear was he pride and stubborn nature, her outwards appearance was that of confidence, rather then terror. She wouldn't let the memories and pasts haunt her or shame her.. she'd claimed memory loss for a reason. She didn't want to remember.

Soon her idle wondering lead her across the scent of another, a common occurrence within these parts for their link to the once great humans fascinated some, along with the hidden objects that lay around, although with time the majority of them had already been raided, leaving everywhere bare of that of worth. Pausing, she considered returning to Hael, he wasn't far and she'd had enough time on her own for now and yet she knew he could just as easily come to her if trouble arose.

Lifting her head so that her eyes were held high and level, she placed a hand upon her hip, head titled to the side in consideration as she attempted to locate the source of the scent.

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Amy Sunders
#3
05-05-2012, 12:41 PM
Amy looked over the pieces available carefully, examining each one. A nice bracelet with small golden roses linked together was selected, as well as a set of emerald earrings. There was a beautiful necklace with several layers as well, developing a lovely display that hung down. It was added to the small purse she held, and Amy turned, exiting the house. There was no need to linger, and she didn't want to have her scent attracting others to come and investigate the house. Leaving the house quickly Amy stopped in the door, noting the small wolf standing before her.

She was a slim girl, injured. The air of confidence around her was strong, but the more subtle air of weakness was what Amy picked up on. It was barely there, but it was enough to let her know it was an act. She couldn't crack it open, no, the act was too good for that. Amy saw no point in fostering wounds she couldn't enjoy the reaction to. Hello. Are you on your own? The scent of a male was mixed in, so it wasn't true. Why a pup was out exploring on her own confused Amy a bit, even if the female was clearly old enough to not have the same worries as a younger one.
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