08-05-2008, 11:20 AM
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Table by Tammi!
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Tis fine! I can have a million threads going at once. XD
Desaevio’s visit had been a surprise. After he had left and the ivory canine thought about it, it would only be a matter of time before members of Dahlia de Mai became unsettled and sought her out. Yet she hadn’t been expecting Desaevio, as they had no previous contact, and he had probably left the meeting unsatisfied. He had been looking for help from her, and she could offer none. She was a failure to the pack. His visit however should have prepared her more that would follow, and yet it had the opposite effect. A member from Dahlia de Mai had already come and gone, already been told here she was and here she was staying until the war was over, so she wasn’t expecting anyone else.
The lack of any sort of call from the borders contributed to the surprise when she did find Slay. It had been a long while since she had seen the two toned male, and before she had left the pack he had been the pack member she had spent the most of her spare time with. Despite the fact that by the time she got to him he was well within the borders, she was glad to see him. He was her friend and he meant no harm, she knew that and she could tell anyone who asked or thought otherwise, but that wasn't a concern of hers at the moment. Simply speaking to him was her only concern.
Cercelee was once again using all four of her legs, however poorly the injured hind one performed. Limping up to him she was aware of how she looked. Her leg’s wound was completely closed up and the fur was beginning to cover the marks left there, but spots were chucks of fur and flesh that had been torn from her were still visible. Her neck was similar, wounds that were healing but her coat was still patchy and missing in places. The smaller wounds were almost completely invisible now, she didn’t know if there were scars or not because as small and shallow as those had been, her lush coat covered what marks had been on her face and chest. Still, she did not mind how she looked, she could only hope Slay didn’t either. “Slay! What are you doing here?” Cer gave her friend an uncharateristic nuzzle, as oppose to the sharp nudge of her snout that was her usual greeting. It had been too long for that.
Desaevio’s visit had been a surprise. After he had left and the ivory canine thought about it, it would only be a matter of time before members of Dahlia de Mai became unsettled and sought her out. Yet she hadn’t been expecting Desaevio, as they had no previous contact, and he had probably left the meeting unsatisfied. He had been looking for help from her, and she could offer none. She was a failure to the pack. His visit however should have prepared her more that would follow, and yet it had the opposite effect. A member from Dahlia de Mai had already come and gone, already been told here she was and here she was staying until the war was over, so she wasn’t expecting anyone else.
The lack of any sort of call from the borders contributed to the surprise when she did find Slay. It had been a long while since she had seen the two toned male, and before she had left the pack he had been the pack member she had spent the most of her spare time with. Despite the fact that by the time she got to him he was well within the borders, she was glad to see him. He was her friend and he meant no harm, she knew that and she could tell anyone who asked or thought otherwise, but that wasn't a concern of hers at the moment. Simply speaking to him was her only concern.
Cercelee was once again using all four of her legs, however poorly the injured hind one performed. Limping up to him she was aware of how she looked. Her leg’s wound was completely closed up and the fur was beginning to cover the marks left there, but spots were chucks of fur and flesh that had been torn from her were still visible. Her neck was similar, wounds that were healing but her coat was still patchy and missing in places. The smaller wounds were almost completely invisible now, she didn’t know if there were scars or not because as small and shallow as those had been, her lush coat covered what marks had been on her face and chest. Still, she did not mind how she looked, she could only hope Slay didn’t either. “Slay! What are you doing here?” Cer gave her friend an uncharateristic nuzzle, as oppose to the sharp nudge of her snout that was her usual greeting. It had been too long for that.
Table by Tammi!
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