Elder's Wisdom

Soran Aatte · 09-28-2012, 09:03 PM

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she's quiet when she's down
strangers from other towns

nowhere to be found
on this side of the scene

Yay for Bria threads Big Grin

WC: 593

The sable female was concerned, it appeared that Deuce had gone missing in the time that she had been gone, apparently there had been some sort of hurricane ravage the lands while she had been away as well. Soran herself had seen plenty of fierce storms, but she had never witnessed a hurricane before, it seemed she was lucky to have never done so, many of the lands seemed affected by this huge storm that had rolled in, crushing everything in it's path. Many boughs had been broken from trees, some had even been ripped up by the roots it seemed, the ebony lady could not help but shudder at the very idea of what had happened here while she had been recovering. If only she had been here, she knew that there was nothing she could have done to help with the storm, she could not control the weather after all and it would be more than foolish for her to think that she could; but perhaps Deuce would have still been here, her pale lover with her bi-coloured eyes. Oh how she missed her, somehow she felt that the alabaster female's absence was all her fault, had she left because Soran was no longer around? Had she gone in search of her jet mate? Soran hoped not more than anything, for that might mean they would spend the rest of their lives searching for one another and constantly missing each opportunity to be together, in the same place, at the same time. How the green eyed fae wished her lover would just come home, come back where Soran knew that she would be safe. She needed to apologise for leaving at the very least, the dark female may never receive forgiveness for leaving so abruptly without saying goodbye, but it would cleanse her conscience to be able to say the words. Hopefully her mate would forgive her and they would be able to live out their days here, safe and happy, but for that to happen the pale female had to come back. Oh how Soran longed for her to come back.

She padded across the lands at a gentle pace, her long legs moving her with ease, her four paws making no sound as each met the ground softly, a huntress' light step, something that had always come easily to the sable female. The wind teased at the feathers that adorned the side of her head and the two silver hoops in the tip of her left ear glittered in the weak sunlight, she was unsure whether or not she would be able to take them out. As the female padded across the lands her jade eyes fell upon a grey male in the near distance. He smelt of the pack and Soran smiled, that meant he would be able to be trusted. She approached at the same relaxed gait that she had been wandering with all morning, the early riser having been up since well before dawn, re-inspecting the lands that she had called home and was now calling home again. She bowed as she approached the male, lowering herself into a submissive posture, something which she found riled her, she had after all been the Betess of this pack once, however she could not expect to be given that position of authority back and so she was ready to be polite and respectful to those of a higher rank to her.
“Hello there, I am Soran.” The sable lady greeted, her voice warm and friendly as she spoke.

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