dark eyes on a dangerous face

POSTED: Thu Jul 12, 2018 1:43 am

Her and Bardi went far.

There was something in the Court that had her insides rumbling – a vibration that had her on edge no matter how often she wandered the packs borders or inspected the space beneath her creaky bed. Solomon worked with the horses in his silent way – but he did not make friends as she had expected him too. He was too quiet, too morose, a quality that had followed him all the way from Onuba.

She wondered sometimes if he didn’t belong here – but she didn’t have the heart to tell him.

Solomon loved her and that was all that mattered. She had watched him protect her for her entire life, stand up for her against Mother, against Lucian. Odalis had done everything in her power to soften the man out, to buff his edges and have him come into his own... but somehow still he had managed to surround himself by stormclouds.

The dark horse dropped its head to graze as she leaned back in the saddle, propping her hands against his wide flanks.

It was so quiet out here, so peaceful. Here she didn't think of the coyote boys that paraded sneakily through her thoughts, nor the oily Tenebriso man that had followed her all the way from Onuba. Odalis swayed atop Bardi as he adjusted his weight, leaning to pick at tender shoots of fresh grass.

There was no construction, no creaking building, no crying children to wake her from nearby wind-whipped rooms. The pendant nestled against her throat gleamed as she tossed back her head, the rich auburn of her curls catching at the waning sunlight.

She thought of the poppies that Neith - no, Rust - had sketched in his book and compared them to the blood-red sun that began to drop behind the Halcyon. She pulled a cigarette from her saddlebag and lit it so that the ember burned bright between her hands, and she held the smoke for a long moment in her lungs before allowing it to billow dreamily from the corners of her lips.

She smiled softly, "Look at that Bardi," everything was silent and pristine, "It's beautiful."

Odalis is getting sentimental as the sun sets and will soon be making camp! Want to join her? She's headed North :>

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POSTED: Tue Jul 17, 2018 9:23 pm

Suniva was restless.

She had, a few days prior, visited what she was fairly certain had been her great-grandmother’s once home. Even being fire-ravaged, the area had fit the description. The lake hadn’t returned full force to its original state, but had resuscitated itself just enough to begin to create just a bit of the mist to which the stories said Rashmi had referred. It had been... disappointing. She had left her home expecting some mystical dreamland of the past, befitting the tales of her recent ancestor, who had one day appeared, heavily pregnant and speaking in riddles, and then disappeared as suddenly once she had given birth to Suniva’s grandmother. What she had found had been emptiness. The former territory had been devoid not only of wolves - which did not in and of itself surprise her, considering the state of the place - and answers, but also of any real life at all to speak of, save for what stubborn greenery was slowly retaking its rightful place.

The silver wolf had thought to return home. She might as well; this land was full of strangers who might not welcome one from so far, even in their neutral lands. There was nothing for her here. And so she had started back west, returning on the same path which she had arrived, but found herself traveling more and more slowly, her path a bit more erratic, as she neared leaving the peninsula. What, really, did home have for her, either? The idea of facing her mother again sank like a stone into her lower belly.

As the petite female ventured into the mainland, she drifted a bit northward, instead of west and to the south. She would return home, of course - where else was there, really, for her? But maybe she would take her time. Her family, after all, had no idea how far away their ancestral lands really were. She had a few months before cold weather really set in and made travel impractical. Her yellow eyes turned westward - the sun was setting, anyway, and she should be making camp soon. She could sleep on it and come to a decision in the morning light.

As she began to cast about for an appropriate campsite, she caught the astringent scent of burning tobacco. Curious - it was a scent she recognized, but had rarely actually encountered, as tobacco was exceedingly rare back home - she picked her way through the undergrowth until she spied an auburn-maned female astride a massive, dark beast. Horses were something Suniva had heard of, but had not ever actually encountered, not ever having actually left the place of her birth before she’d set out east on this dispiriting pilgrimage. Her eyes widening slightly, her lips parted in a quiet gasp. What a beautiful animal!
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