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Stunning work, Vera!Aurora decided that it was time to let go of her current relaxed lifestyle, which brought a great amount of boredom with it, and to explore these gracious lands once again. She had heard of a town called "Wolfville" with abandoned bookstores and other shops of interest to her and wanted to check it out. Nor would it be hard, for the Cour des Miracles pack borders were very close to the territory that Wolfville was located - a small part of Dans L'Obscurite called Deadwood. As each of her paws hit the ground when she sprinted through the cold waking lands, letting natures beauty take to it's rest for the season, adrenaline and excitment ran through her. She had wondered what it would be like in this small town. The violet eyed wolfess knew that it would not be all that stunning or perserved, for the wolves here along with other creatures didn't really seem to care for it. But it was the fact that she was going to explore that sent a rush of energy through out her body.
Her silky snow white coat was being blown back by the wind as her small black leather pack on her back rose in the air and then crashed down into her body at each of her long strides. The winter breeze felt refreshing against her coat and caused something similar to a smile to her lovely muzzle. Then her nose picked up on something. Something musty, dusty, and old. Her pace slowed down as the old town came into view. Aura's violet eyes came into view of the old town, satisfaction embracing her spirit. She had made it, finally, and now she could peek around here and there. She was hoping to find that bookstore. It would be nice to be able to pratice my reading and writing skills again.
Then another scent seemed to float straight towards her. The last member of the Cresent family and the Tarrisent de Mar pack stopped dead in her tracks, her ears perked forward, alert. She was not alone. Look, Aura, be calm and gentle at first, we don't want to step ahead of ourselves. Lately, Aurora's temper had grown, and she had not known why. One guess was that she was regressing over something, like, per say, the death of her whole family and pack? Shaking her head to rid of the negative thoughts and memories that suddenly engulfed her, she slowly walked forward until she spotted another wolf. A luperci, maybe? Female for sure. Her vision intensified to get a better look at this new comer. The stranger seemed new to the area based upon her scent, and no pack scents seemed to cloak her being, so, This one is a loner, Aura concluded.
A magestic, velvetty voice escaped her being as she spoke loud enough for this stranger to hear as they trotted their way out of an old shop. Good day, stranger. Something was inside of the strangers mouth. A chair, maybe? And then there was a necklace around her neck. Quite a beautiful one at that. I see you are one of riches. After that simple statement, she slowed her pace to a stop so she could sit down. Her lupus form obeyed her wishes and set her hind to the frosty floor.
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