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Word Count » 347
for Aless.. Not sure where it is, just vague Ruins area xD

creeping and crawling like the sea over sand

Isabella sat beneath the tall spruce, resting her back against the rough bark as the smell of crisp evergreens flowed around her. The gypsy reached her hand up and pulled a low branch toward her. Small needles were pulled into her palm, parting unwillingly from their nodes. Sticky sap tried to stick to her fingers but she wiped it on the grass at her feet. The needles twitched in her palm, touched by the breeze. Sighing, she crushed the leaves in her balled up fist, letting the scent seep out of the broken tendrils. Opening her palm, she sniffed the stronger sent, exhaling loudly as she leaned back. The needles fell from her hand and she rubbed the greenish liquid from her palm.


It was such a good day and her motivation to do much ebbed. Her chest no longer ached. She touched the thin line across her chest, tracing it from its start at her shoulder to below her jugular notch. It was thin and it barely parted the fur, though it had taken a few extra days to regrow the pelt. Her hair was, mercifully, long enough to cover it up mostly, but her dislike of the mark almost brought bile to her throat. Whenever she peered at her reflection and her hair happened to have fallen poorly, she would growl in distaste and instantly readjust her mane to cover the thin scar. Now she touched it beneath her mane, feeling the part in her pelt.


A deft hand slipped over her upper body. No, the scar was not easy to spot but it was still there and it did not detract entirely. Sighing, the woman dropped her hand. She had attempted a thousand and a half curses on the woman who dared to cut her, but it was more than she knew. Her skill did not come in curses for her magic was of the earth and not of the darkness. Still, Isabella felt morose for the damage done. What sane person would have her now, with so glaring a thing atop a breast?


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The woman was still sore after the fight, she had ridden hard and Valhalla had ridden harder and her muscles ached in places she forgot that she had. Since the day her and her pack brother and sister had gone up in arms she had simply lazed about, not doing much but observing the structure of the pack that she still was so new in. On this day she had forgotten about observing and simply explored her virgin pack land, drinking in every tiny detail from once place as she moved to the next. The scent of pine hung heavily in the air as the sun rose in the sky, and she was pleased it was not a sweltering summer day as it might have been in a landlocked territory, no the ocean that was near made it's salty presence known with the sightly cool but refreshing breeze that rustled the grasses and her pelt. Normally she would be wearing her wolf skull, but she had left all of her items in her shallow den and had gone about the days goings on without anything to cover her appearance.


Alessandra had picked through the various ruins exploring but had avoided any houses thus far, they were easy to pick out amongst the crumbling rock by looking slightly better then everything else and smelling like Luperci, these areas she had steered clear of. However, as she pressed on through a small grove of pine trees another womans scent had invaded her nostrils and smelled somewhat familiar, so curiously Alessandra walked quietly to where the scent originated from. A familiar face was seated underneath the trees, her pack sister that she had fought with. Besides Eris, Less had not met any other woman and the feminine features were appreciated. " Hello. " Alessandra greeted midly, blue eyes roaming the others well curved form. She adjusted the sack that was hanging from her back and inside two bottles clinked before she stilled them. The coyote woman shot the other a smile before taking a seat a distance away.

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#3
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Word Count » 305

you're just somebody that i used to know

There was always the scent of other people in the pack, especially since they were in the ruins. Many of the family lived here, in their respective dens and ruins and hovels. Isabella's had been well decorated, though her most valuable possessions were hidden in the walls of the ruin and in the walls of the den, where cloth and stones hid shelves and nooks. Perhaps others harbored such secrets, though theft would not be smiled upon if caught. Isabella preferred to keep to herself. Others' homes were not to be invaded.


Someone's scent grew stronger, and the woman looked up from her lap, where a few pine needles had fallen. She brushed them away as the other Salsolan approached, and recognition identified the woman. Alessandra, wasn't it? She had already been at the scene of the fight that night ages ago. Isabella instantly touched her collar bone, fingers dancing lightly over the scar there. The other woman had a pack with something in it, probably glass or shells from the tinkling sound.


"Hello," she replied, mimicking the other woman's greeting and easy smile. A female creature before her meant that Isabella was more comfortable to be easy and open. Women could be wily but that was a cleverness that was easy to respect and understand. After the fight the two of them shared with Sirius, perhaps they were entitled to more familiarity despite the scarce talk after the battle. Isabella shield her eyes lightly with a hand, watching the other woman settle herself a fair distance away. Rising from her seat on needle detritus, the gypsy woman rearranged her skirts about her waist. It swished at her feet as she approached the other woman with the curious markings. "May I sit?" she asked pleasantly, gesturing to the area before her.


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Her greeting was returned and in rare form her tail began to sway lightly, brushing the fallen pine needles in random fashion. Her dark features relaxed, for Alessandra almost always had a serious look about her face. Though it was Salsola and the placed was riddled with back stabbing and bribery, if it were another woman Less felt better and not so high strung. " Of course. " She replied, ushering the woman over with a friendly wave of her slender hand. Alessandra adjusted her bag and placed it in her lap, opening it and withdrawing one of the bottles before rolling the sack out of her lap and onto the ground beside her, it making a clink as it made contact with something hard beneath it. Idly she looked at it, wondering if her prize was damaged. The cloth between bottle and rock out to be enough protection.


" I figure on this fine day it is warm enough to have a cool drink, yes? " She asked, turning her icy blue eyes onto the other woman before uncorking the bottle and reaching out with her hand to pass it to the other woman. It had been stored in the cool dirt in the bottom of her den, so it would be cold and refreshing on this beautiful day. Alessandra had enough manners and elegance to offer the other woman the first drink, if she would take it. " Do you like wine? " Came her second question, eyes widening some. Most Luperci enjoyed an alcoholic beverage now and again, but some were ' straight ' edge. If it didn't hurt anybody Less didn't see what was wrong with a bottle here and there. Suddenly something struck her and actually embaressed the skeleton-esque woman, she didn't think her and this woman had gotten properly acquainted.


" I am afraid we havn't been properly introduced since my arrival here in Salsola, my name is Alessandra Von Sin. It was a pleasure to take up arms with you and Sirius. " She said, making a friendly wave of her arm in the way of introducing herself.

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Word Count » 317

I know they've all been talking 'bout me

Isabella gave a light nod to the other woman, smoothing out her skirt. She gave a smile as she took the bottle from Alessandra's giving and stared at the bottle. "I don't often drink but I can appreciate a good wine here and there," she confessed as she smelled the contents happily. It seemed like a good vintage and she enjoyed the small sip that she dare take of the fermented grape. Curvy as she was, alcohol would run through her. Thankfully it was not hard liqueur, which would absolutely destroy her presence. The last time she drank hard alcohol, it had been to happily ignore a liaison with a man she did not care for but needed the custom from. Now, she avoided the stronger alcohol. Here, she needed her wits amongst the rattlesnakes and the vipers. Everything had venom here and her head had better be on correctly.


Delicately, the gypsy woman returned the bottle to the skeleton woman and smiled pleasantly. "Thank you, it's a good taste," she said gratefully, surprised by how much she had missed the pleasant taste. She let her hand rest in her lap, keeping her body relaxed even though she was carefully aware of every curve on her own body and every fold in her skirt. At the introduction, she gave a little surprised look, then shook her head. "I supposed in heat of battle no one had time for an introduction." Sirius never needed one; he was their King, their Boss. He was their Lord and Master. Isabella nodded her head slightly to return the woman's wave. "I am Isabella. Have your wounds healed well?" She tenderly touched the scar underneath her hair, aware that the wound was closed but still pink. Winter would hopefully cover it well and keep her looks intact. What a garish place to have such a thing, after all.


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