A Visit

Orin Takekuro · 11-18-2010, 11:10 PM

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WC 700+

It hadn’t been all that long since the Takekuro girl had left her first home in Nova Scotia to join the recently formed Cercatori d’Arte pack, yet she already found herself homesick beyond words – which was an amazing feat for Orin. She was happy with her new pack, surrounded by people with whom she could share the wonders of her imagination and rejoice in the beauty of all art forms, but the pack was still missing one important thing, her brother. On her parting day from the Court, she knew she would be returning to visit frequently, as she had hardly ever spent so much as a night away from her once inseparable littermate, and in only a few weeks she found herself prepared to take a few days away to visit her old home. She only planned for a fast trip, and with this small woman that was possible as she had what seemed like endless speed and stamina in her quadruped form, and the travel through the forest from d’Arte did not take nearly as long as she expected. Perhaps the excitement of visiting her brother fueled her desire and kept her mind (an consequently, her body) from wandering.

When she arrived at the borders of the Court that evening, she failed to hesitate at the borders. Part of her still considered this place home, and never did it occur to her that to be proper she now should pause and announce her approach, and perhaps even await an escort into the territory. Later she may realize that she is technically a trespasser – but why would all of her old friends consider her an intruder, just because she lived a few miles away now? Barreling over the borders on four legs, Orin made a straight pathway to the Chein Hotel.

As soon as the hotel gates were in sight her voice yipped through the night, finally signaling her approach to the pack’s home. When she arrived at the iron fence, she bounced up against it, rearing onto her hind legs and propping her forepaws up. She had no need to change to undo to latch, Niro would come out any moment to greet her and let her through the gate. Her pink-hued tail lashed furiously with her excitement, swaying her rump side to side, and she barked her impatience again. She thought she detected movement and squinted, yapping at Niro to hurry up, but he never came.

After a few burning minutes, she dropped back down to all fours. If Niro was inside, he would have come for her by now. She glanced up to the stars and sneezed her annoyance. He had been haunting different places recently and was probably off someplace with Amaranth. Sighing, she turned and trotted away into the night.

She wasn’t sure where to look for Niro, so her next move found her wandering north towards Lunenburg. A little disheartened, she did not travel with the same speed and vigor as before, but soon her paws found the old city. One of her first times in this city had been with Niro as they raced through it, up the Shattered Coast, to show him the lighthouse she had discovered. A faint smile pressed itself onto her muzzle at the thought. What was her next fond memory of this city? Oh yes, the day she met Mars, the Russo man with that quirky personality and talent for guitar. That was the first time she had ever seen a costume shop.

But today she would not be traveling through the city with such swiftness, and somehow being a wolf among the remains did not feel right. She slipped down a side street to find a secure place within the night to change, and returned to the street once again in her petite Optime form.

A chill breeze meandered down the street and rustled in her fur, but it barely bothered her. Being a purebred Tundra wolf, her thick coat was ready to withstand much harsher weather – and now that the weather was cooling she was even growing a longer ruff down her neck and around her shoulders, accenting her curves even more. She let out a wistful, dreamy sigh as she walked alone through the ghostly, nighttime streets of Lunenburg.

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