03-22-2008, 06:02 PM
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James <3. Moaning Wood. Been out of the roleplaying world for about a year now :x
I'm hurt and ready for fire
The whine and whisper of the woods that were once enough to scare her as a pup were ignored now by the female. Now they were merely dismissed as background noise by the dark-tipped ears. The place was as dreary as ever, the sights not having changed much. There was nothing left of this land, however, that distinctly named it as Chimera's. Anathra had heard there had been another pack after Chimera, though they too did not call this patch of land theirs anymore. The sparse wood of Chimera was nothing more than anyone's-land now, with only potent memories to remind the girl that she had once lived there and made friends here.
Crouched over the vestige of the firepit, she inhaled deeply. She was back. Not quite here, of course, but back in the lands of Bleeding Souls. Ana wasn't quite sure where she belonged at the moment, although she knew that it wouldn't take her long to get comfortable with wherever she chose. Her friends were scattered, as far as she knew. The only friend that was close enough to hear her call (or so she believed) was the wolf she had traveled here with from Eidolon. The small werewolf smiled faintly, pushing back a blue lock of hair (now more blue than red) and dragging the same hand through the ash-mingled dirt. Ana stood, sitting back down on a rock and rummaging through the pack she had with her. If she could find dry enough wood, she'd start a fire. She had time to kill; the only thing on her agenda for today before returning to Zacor was exploring and dinner.
I'm hurt and ready for fire
The whine and whisper of the woods that were once enough to scare her as a pup were ignored now by the female. Now they were merely dismissed as background noise by the dark-tipped ears. The place was as dreary as ever, the sights not having changed much. There was nothing left of this land, however, that distinctly named it as Chimera's. Anathra had heard there had been another pack after Chimera, though they too did not call this patch of land theirs anymore. The sparse wood of Chimera was nothing more than anyone's-land now, with only potent memories to remind the girl that she had once lived there and made friends here.
Crouched over the vestige of the firepit, she inhaled deeply. She was back. Not quite here, of course, but back in the lands of Bleeding Souls. Ana wasn't quite sure where she belonged at the moment, although she knew that it wouldn't take her long to get comfortable with wherever she chose. Her friends were scattered, as far as she knew. The only friend that was close enough to hear her call (or so she believed) was the wolf she had traveled here with from Eidolon. The small werewolf smiled faintly, pushing back a blue lock of hair (now more blue than red) and dragging the same hand through the ash-mingled dirt. Ana stood, sitting back down on a rock and rummaging through the pack she had with her. If she could find dry enough wood, she'd start a fire. She had time to kill; the only thing on her agenda for today before returning to Zacor was exploring and dinner.