02-23-2008, 11:11 PM
[html]Private for Lucifer (<3).
The sun was hanging low in the sky, painting the wispy clouds russet and rose as it began to dip below the horizon. The sky began to darken as the day began to die, giving way to the starry cloak of night. A chill wind swept through the land, causing the branches of the stark trees to snap and wave as it buffeted them. The roar of rushing water was muffled by a thin layer of ice that was frozen atop it, the fast flowing water still moving swiftly beneath it but unable to break through and be it's usual powerful force. Aside from the river, the night was almost silent, except for the soft hooting of an owl that had clearly just awoken and the light footfalls of a tall ebony Luperci.
It had been some time since Soran had been in these lands, too long in her mind. Her jade eyes scanned the landscape in the dimming light and a smile crossed her lips, the familiarity of the lands was comforting, she had missed it, she had missed this place, this river, these trees, she had missed it all. Despite all of the heartache she had experienced here, the hurt that had caused her to turn her back on it in the first place; she had found herself longing to come back, craving these old lands, craving her home. Even after all the hurt she had felt here it was still her home, filled with people that she loved and missed, it was where she belonged. A single tear rolled down her scarred maw as she thought this, long fingers brushed it away fiercely, mostly because she was unsure as to why it was there, whether it was a droplet of sadness or joy.
The dark lady wondered if those she had abandoned would be happy to see her; she had not encountered any of them yet, not Conri and Nani, nor Khaden or Dhalia, or her beloved Deuce. She would have to track them down, find them and apologize and hope that she would be forgiven and allowed back into their lives, she hoped that she would be, the jade eyed lady could not bear to be an outcast from her loved one's lives. The dark fae tossed her head back slowly, causing her long, wavy mane, which was unbound tonight, to fall over her shoulders and tumble down her back. The silver hoops in her left ear glinted in the light of the slowly rising moon with this movement.
Deciding on a spot on the hard ground that was a short distance from the river and sheltered by the large bare trees, the ebony lady dropped the armful of wood that she had been carrying upon the ground, sitting in front of it she piled it up neatly. Soran slipped her canvas bag from her shoulder and began to rummage in it, finding a small rag and a bottle of gin she soaked the rag in the highly alcoholic liquid, tucking it into the pile of wood as she did so. Placing the bottle back into her satchel she began to rummage around inside it again, finding two small pieces of flint she began clicking them together. Finally a lone spark ignited the gin-soaked rag and started a small fire, which caught the twigs and soon began to burn nicely, giving off enough warmth to keep the ebony lady comfortable. So that is where Soran sat and mused, keeping her lithe limbs warm as she thought of a plan of action for when the dawn came. [/html]