May the clouds carry me away,
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The spoiled young woman finally got tired of traveling from place to place every day and settling in the evening when she found somewhere suitable. Revena found a small abandoned house that had an old couch in it. It wasn't the best situation for her, but it was better than sleeping in dirt and waking up with bugs in her hair. There was also a stream running behind the house which lent her a place to wash her filthy hair and fur which is what she was doing now. The water was chilled and wasn't ideal, but it was better than having a soiled rat's next on top of her head. The chocolate spotted coy-dog was waste deep in the stream, fur standing on end because of the water's temperature. Small shrieks of disapproval filled the air as she bent back to wet her red mane. She washed it as quickly as she could before she waded to the shore, soaked from head to toe.

Her face said it all. Brow folded inward and a frown on her lips as she trudged back to her small shack. There were no towels here either to dry herself off so she'd have to make do with the sun. She picked a large rock where the sun beat proudly upon and lay herself over it. The bright sun felt nice on her fur and after a few moments she wasn't cold anymore, still wet, but not cold. Revena felt a world better with her hair washed clean of all debris and fur clear of dirt but still wasn't content with her living situation. With a sigh, she sat up and propped herself up with her arms. Hazel eyes scanned the surrounding area for anything out of place. To her dismay, there was nothing for miles around except more trees, rocks, and plants. Another sigh drew from her lips as she lay back down to stare up at the clouds. She made a game out of it trying to find shapes in them but soon grew bored and threw an arm over her eyes to try and get some sleep, the sun was making her rather sleepy.
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through the madness we find
loyalty is no match for power

Word Count → 437 :: This is really cruddy, but I wanted to post something quick before I went out for the day. Smile


It had been a little over a week since the d'Artisans had returned from their trade voyage, and Levent was glad to reacquaint himself with the land. He never liked to stay in one place for very long, and often he took excursions into neutral territory even after joining the pack. The stress of the trading had kept him from exploring like he wanted to, and there was still a lot for the merchant to do in Cercatori d'Arte, such as care for the new horse and prepare for the birth of his puppies by Hotaru.


Preparation for his children's coming was what had him marching through the wooded areas of Nova Scotia today. He knew that, while the large cities had their artifacts, there were less-thought-of places hidden in the forests, such as overgrown suburbs and isolated shacks that luperci might haven't come across yet. There he might find toys, or books to teach them to read, or even relics belonging to human babies that could give them a bit of an edge, like a crib or cradle. Honestly, though, he barely had a clue of what he might be looking for, and it almost didn't seem worth it considering how far he was traveling. Something could be said about the watery route they'd taken north on the trading voyage -- it was a lot quicker than hoofing it.


Think you could carry me for a spell, Wils? Levent asked with a grin shot over his shoulder before he remembered that the cat wasn't accompanying him for this trip. The tom had been spending more and more time away from him lately, and it troubled him more than he'd like to admit. He didn't know if he'd said or done something wrong; they'd been friendly as usual on the boat and at the trading camps. He could only assume it had to do with Hotaru.


He sighed, stopped. There was the outline of a little house beyond the treetops, and he abandoned his troubled thoughts; it was easier to get this job done without emotional baggage. His blue eyes were already scanning for a way into the house, his fingers gripping his satchel, when the fresh scent of a stranger caught his attention and made him groan. Once again, it seemed like someone else had found the treasures before him.


Hello? Levent called, padding along the side of the house. His brow furrowed briefly, but then he could make out a shape reclined on a broad stone. Excuse me, miss? Is this house yours?

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With the rays of the sun blasting down on her bare body, she was able to fall into a light slumber. The soothing sounds of the forest, like the stream nearby, lulled her to sleep. Her thoughts drifted to her home, her family, how everyone did as she pleased. A smile crept onto her lips as she dreamt of the days before she decided to leave. It was nothing like living in the forest with nobody around for miles and no one to do her bidding. A frown took over her smile as she was brought back into reality by a voice in the distance. Her eyes slowly opened, the sun making it difficult to see now that she'd been sleeping. Her vision was blurry as she raised herself to find the source of the stranger and a growl rumbled from her chest as she spotted the man.

She blinked a few times before her vision went back to normal and was actually able to see him. He was tall, earthen in color, and handsome. Aside from the strange band around his head which seemed to take away from his appearance rather than add to it. A pleasant grin splayed on her face as she sat up so her feet were dangling off of the rock and she waved to him. Her gaze shifted to the ugly broken down house she'd been calling home and she gave it a disgusted look before she turned back to him. No. I've just been sleeping on the filthy couch inside, ugh. It's a horrid place really. She didn't care about the house, no, this stranger was much more interesting.

Revena jumped off of the rock and took a couple steps towards him so she was face to face with the man. She extended a hand and offered him a hand shake, smiling widely at him. He wasn't that tall, but she didn't pay heed to that, instead she focused on his stunning eyes and manly features. Hello. I'm Revena Shmit, it's such a surprise that you found me out here, hopefully a good surprise. She tilted her head in a charming fashion, tail picking up pace behind her. She liked what she saw, hopefully he would stay for a while and they could chat.
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There was always the possibility of running into a rabid serial killer luperci in Nova Scotia, but it looked like that today wasn’t that day; the oddly splotched girl (likely part dog) seemed relatively affable as she sat up and gave him a little wave. Even from this distance, Levent assumed that, standing up, she would be taller than him; for a male wolf, he was rather short, not that it had ever given him major problems. He simply didn’t let himself have problems.

Her smile disappeared as her liver-colored nose turned to the house, crinkling up in disgust. Her remark about the living condition of the dilapidated building made his grin broaden, but he was careful not to let too much amusement show in his face. Instead, he shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged his scrawny shoulders. Yeah, I suppose it doesn’t look too nice from the outside, either, he said, tilting his head to look at the building from a different angle. I guess if the couch is filthier than normal that the other stuff inside isn’t in good condition, eh? His blue eyes roamed over her, noting that she was younger than she seemed.

The Turk grinned crookedly as she offered her paw, and he took it with a less-than-firm handshake; he never had been fond of others crushing his fingers, and he wasn’t that strong or dominant to do the same to others. I like to think it’s a good surprise, the man replied, letting his accent give her name a bit more flavor than usual; he’d noted the coy tilt of her head and had somewhat of an idea of what game she was playing at. It’s nice to meet you, Revena. I am Levent Kartal, he added, bowing his head briefly before withdrawing his hand and shoving it carelessly in his pocket again.

So, he went on, smiling toothily, what’s a pretty girl like you doing sleeping out on rocks in broad daylight? Besides the whole couch thing, he amended with a shrug.


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