table © Alaine
ooc: title is from a song by the fray. was listening to it just now XD
sorry for the monster post. 500+
The streets were long and windy, glossy wet cobblestones reflecting the light like great silver scales on the back of a long, winding serpent. The heavens above growled lonesomely, releasing a soft film of rain to patter on the hard, crumbling surfaces of Halifax.
The woman in the red cloak walked briskly. From beneath the crimson hood, vibrant emerald eyes peered through the increasingly heavy droplets, coveted by a slender scowl. What misfortune, to have such weather today of all days! The healer scoffed in a disgruntled manner, the claws on her footpaws clicking harshly against the concrete and stone. Shuttered windows and gaping doorways haunted her with their imaginary expressions, and trying to ignore the prickle of her nape, Alaine picked up her pace. The leather satchel that hung at her hip bumped merrily there, it's weight some reassurance to the young Optime's growing unease. She knew, almost as well as any, that Halifax was not a safe place to be.
But alas, she'd had no option! For only here, amidst these old groaning buildings and chaotic signs of previous civilization, could she find the rarest of medicines with which to restock. Old places such as this always seemed to have, preserved within their tomb-like structures, little bottles of this and that which she could use to far greater effect than nearly any potion of broth. Although Alaine did not know how to read, she had memorized the strange scribble used to signify various different tonics. Particular alcohols were also very useful in aiding doctoring procedures, and should she come across any of those, they would also be accumulated within the depths of that little leather bag.
The sky overhead gave one final grumble, before spilling rain in a more torrential bask upon the earth below. Huddling within her water-proofed cloak, the collie-woman immediately sought out shelter. She'd wandered relatively far from the Cour des Miracles' pack lands, and had earlier this morning already made her way through various bars and the like that might have concealed what she desired. But it seemed that anything that might have been of use had already been scavenged, and so the healer had ventured further towards the Northern end of the tired city.
Ahead, an open door caught her wandering gaze. Without hesitation Alaine practically ran forth, not stopping until she was within the doorway. The room in which she found herself was dark, and so she stood in the doorway, waiting for her eyes to adjust. A strange scent caught the young collie's attention, and feeling a further prickling of unease, she cleared her throat before addressing the silent building.
" Er... Hello? Pardon, but, is anyone in here?"
Her voice wavered slightly, the musical accent soft and exotic to what she commonly thought of as wolftongue, or the language of the majority of intelligent beasts in these lands. One ivory hand rose to brush the hood from her head, revealing brilliant copper curls that, still dripping with small crystals of water, danced about her wary expression.
Speak think walk
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