This is no Earthquake

Anu · 04-18-2010, 01:48 PM

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Private for Tubur

Peace and war and all of the in between. But they were immune, or so they wished to think. Her life touched those that had been at war, and with no word of its ending Anu still worried greatly about those that lived in both the battling packs. She hadn’t remained immune for very long, though within the Dreaming land’s heart they felt nothing of the feud between wolf and coyote, Anu felt a heavy tie to the coyote’s leader and she thought of him often. But not today, not this moment. The blue-eyed female knelt on the ground, knees sunken in the soft earth that was still moist from rain showers a few days past and plucked weeds.

It was a tedious job, and though the infesting plants were small it took nimble fingers to pull each one from the brown plant bed that sat beside the Manor’s porch steps. Anu had made it last year, her Horticultural skill coming into play with the landscape around the pack’s home. The blue-eyed female had hoped to decorate the house’s entrance, maybe she would plant something blue for all that entered to see. She had thought that she might have help this coming season, but it seemed that she would be on her own once again. Nothing she wasn’t used to.

The weeds poked through the soil’s surface, their small green leaves searching for air and sunlight. Anu did not enjoy taking their life, pulling their entire root structure from the nutritious dirt, but they would kill the flowers she wished to plant if she did not. An infestation would be inevitable if she did not work to rid the flowerbed of them now. A life for a life, the Dreamer figured as she placed the thin green-stemmed body into the basket with the rest. They were all become compost, far beyond her garden.

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