Now this is what it's like

Orin Takekuro · 01-17-2011, 01:36 AM

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The Takekuro girl had kept herself locked away and cooped up for the last week at the least. She only allowed herself to leave her bookstore when she thought cabin fever was setting in and that she would go crazy from confinement. A few times she had run into friends, more than she had in the weeks prior to the strange events that rocked her life, and all in all this was a good thing. But still Orin found herself returning to her home to lock herself up again and hide away from the pack. Her usually cheerful mood had changed dramatically over this time and she didn't even feel very healthy anymore. The woman did not understand what was wrong with her. Sure, the drama that had unfolded between herself, Sky, and Shawchert was stressful, but she never would have guessed that she would have reacted to it like this.

Maybe the scratches Sky had given her when she attacked had infected? Orin failed to clean and dress the wounds properly after the skirmish. Sky tried to apologize and offered to care for them herself but Orin refused her help, not interested in letting the woman off the hook for her actions. Wondering about them, Orin reached over her shoulder and ran her fingers over the crusted blood. They were scabbed up just fine and didn't hurt any more than was to be expected when she prodded them. Still, she started to wonder if maybe that lunatic had poisoned her...

She had to get out today. She tried to keep herself inside but suddenly felt as though the walls were closing in on her, and her legs were twitchy and restless. She couldn't get comfortable, so she collected her usual satchel and left the bookstore. The wolfess wandered in a different direction today, and again she found herself tiring easily as she had when she went out the day she met Gael. Still, she pressed on in spite of herself and soon found herself in the woods at the edge of Cercatori D'Arte.

Short of breath, the woman decided to finally let herself rest. She swiped the snow off of a boulder in the woods and perched atop it, letting her pack slip to the ground beside her. Despite herself, she slumped down, dejected. Her pink tail curled up around her and she soon dropped her head into her hands. Tears came without warning. Without explanation. Why?

Her moment of grief was soon cut off, though, as a call rang out from the borders. And it was close. For a moment she thought she did not want to see anybody, even if it was a stranger, and considered high-tailing it out of there before they found her or before another member of her pack came along. But... she was far too close to do that, and her conscience would not let her abandon the visitor.

She wiped her face with the back of her hands, trying to quickly compose herself before calling out. She should have gotten up and gone to the visitor but could not bring herself to. He was close, probably just behind some foliage or a tree. He could find her if she called clearly enough. “Hello? I'm over here...”

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