ever know each other [ooc]
Yay! <333
I thought this might bring them a little closer to begin with. Jasper needs a sibling that won't torture him, or at least not for fun. xD
[bic] such a softer sin
It took a while to calm down. Her rage had taken her, and taken her hard. Now the pain was subsiding, and somewhere in her, there was a level of peace that she'd not found before then. Beneath the frustration, she felt a little piece of herself slip into place; at least she knew what she was dealing with. That was a start... if nothing else, it was a start at becoming less of the wreck she'd become, and more of what her pack at home had seen in her.
'That's not home anymore,' she reminded herself.
'This is your home. This is your birthright.' She couldn't convince herself. Her body was here... and her soul was here, or the part of it she needed, anyhow. But her heart wasn't. These... these animals, these monsters... they were not her family. By blood, maybe. But she was not related to any de le Poer. She wasn't. She couldn't be. Never.
"Jasper," she remembered aloud, and it wasn't clear if it was because she considered him, in some way, family... or because she'd just realised that he was still looking for Ahren... and wouldn't find him. She needed to find the pup, before he ended up in Ahren's line of fire.
But first, she would need to heal. She went back to the place she'd left her bag, quickly, and shifted into her Optime form, pain arousing in her wounded shoulder during the shift. It was a longer process than it ever normally was, but it worked. Her shoulder wasn't badly wounded, really, but it was dirty still, and stinging. Once she'd finally completed her shift, she opened her bag, cleaning her wound with a bit of the drinking water she kept in a jar, and drinking a bit of it as well. She had travelled in this form most of her trip, but the time it took to walk was too long, and she'd had to shift back during one rest near the end, to make the remainder of the trip quicker. Now, back in the form she had come to find most comfortable, she slipped on a loose pair of jeans, fitting her tail through the hole in the back, and pulled her black shirt and overcoat on.
'Better,' she thought. She was so tired, and so sick, but at least her mind wasn't as clouded.
There was always something to be thankful for, even if it wasn't much.
She grabbed her bag, slinging it over her uninjured shoulder, and followed Jasper's scent out of Clouded Tears. The boy had left a very confusing, sloppy trail... but soon, she heard his voice.
'Dad!? Dad!' She almost smiled. He was so young, a bit more than a year younger than herself. She crept closer, her eyes glimmering with something vaguely akin to pleasure, and dropped her bag quietly near a tree. Those younger and less weathered than herself always brought out the pup within her, the young girl that she never really got to be when she was actually young. But he was young, and he seemed so serious... too serious for a yearling. She made a quick decision, and within a moment, she lunged toward the young boy, laughing as she called out mid-jump.
"Think fast!"
