wc 599
Ever since the dappled femme had found herself a home in the Valley pack she had not seemed to travel very far out of it's grasp. She felt so at home there, traveling only to investigate other packs, and even that seemed like a far journey to her. So what had compelled her to come all the way to this old ruined city? She could not give you an answer other than her curiosity drove her like the currents of the moon drove the sea. Though walking, trekking, seemed to bring back memories from when she was alone, a nomad of sorts. That life had been completed and she has moved on, but it was not dead. Feeling unknown territory under her paws was a feeling she would never get sick of.
Though this place seemed to be the definition of new territory to her. The remains of such a large city, though rotten over time still stood tall like an ancient pine. It was marvelous to say the least. How such things still stood from the rein of previous beings so very long ago. What they had accomplished in their time was extraordinary. It was almost intimidating what they had managed to do, to create and achieve. It could only make the fae wonder what had been going through their heads. What made them do what they had? Nobody would ever really know, and that was the wonder of it all.
Paws took the grey female deeper into ruins, examining buildings with marvelous eyes, amber seeming to glow in admiration. What treasures would this place hold? It was so quiet, nature had taken over, grassed had grown tall and birds had claimed many buildings as their own. It didn't seem like this place was overly active by predators. The ones who did seem to pass didn't appear permanent. Living here could get awfully lonely, she could imagine.
Tala's steps were halted as she came across a strange building. Winds were broken and covered in grime but all she needed to see was books. There were stacks of them on walls and bookcases scattered around the small shop. A bookstore, or, it had used to be one. Many of the items were destroyed, water and weather had destroyed the front section to almost a stack of molded papers and a washed up mashed potato like substance. The back though, dirty as it was, seemed like they may be readable to some extent. This caught her eyes like a mouse to an owl. She moved to the door, pushing it open with her Lupus nose and entered. She walked with care to avoid broken glass and padded into the dimly lit rear of the shop. Her eyes scanned shelves. Signs were almost to worn to read, letters here and then seemed to be missing completely at times. She had to know if they were even readable, the books could appear fine but hide destruction with lack of movement. She used a paw to pry a book from the lower shelf, it dropped to the ground with a soft thud. That was a good sign, right? Using the same paw she turned the cover, though extremely dusty and slightly grimy the letters were faded, but completely readable. The stub of a tail she sported wagged slightly. If she could find some books of interest she'd take them home to the Valley, she knew a small few who might have an interest in them aside from herself.
This was turning out to be quite the find, in the mind of the fae.
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