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She found herself in Halifax frequently after her last encounter with Itzal. Whether her being here was a way to secretly look for him, or she just hoped that she would see him here out of pure ‘coincidence’ she wasn’t quite sure. She missed him. He put some kind of spell on her, and she developed a crush for the troubled wolf. At first, she didn’t trust him and was actually more afraid of him than anything, but after a few times from seeing him, she got braver and even threw an arrow at his head once, purely pissing him off. She lived, and she grew to liking him a bit more than a friend. Now if only she could just find him…
A familiar scent caught her nostrils as she walked along the cracked concrete streets of Halifax. She was pretty used to the scenery around here, and the hardness of the concrete didn’t exactly bother her as much as it used to. Right, back to the scent: it was of someone she knew she met before, but she couldn’t exactly put an exact name to it. Determination finally settling over her, she found herself looking for the scent’s owner. Her nose was going a mile a minute as she weaved through the human-made streets of the city. With each ‘block’, the scent became stronger. Finally, she heard voices and turned.
There was a man in a trap, seemingly stuck, and a red furred woman standing over him looking rather amused. When she turned to step away from the man and watch his escape, Axelle noticed very familiar features. Small frame, familiar face… ”Terra…” she mumbled to herself, inaudible to the others. She crossed the human street, and approached the two. ”So we meet again.” Her eyes meeting Terra’s, not even giving the other a glance as she hadn’t a clue who the trapped one was, and not giving him much thought.
Axelle had her usual equipment on: the belt around her waist which housed her sword, the anklet on her ankle which carried the little hunting knife she carried around, but she didn’t carry her purse today, a purple satchel bag that carried many things she found in the city. Maybe this was because she came today with the empty excuse of finding someone.
Word Count → 386
Points → 3
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