01-29-2011, 11:14 PM
Quote:OoC: Assume this was made the 21st of January, 2011, at two in the afternoon Nova Scotian time.
Sparse with the sands was the green in summer. Salt filled the air, and so did the cries of a hundred seabirds. She walked among the snow now, Optime-bound, as she found Lupus uncomfortable a skin to wear. Her Lupus form, with its bulk too lithe for a pure wolf alone, was the skin she wore as a turncoat. And she was still a turncoat, yes, but she didn't have to walk around in a way that flaunted it to herself.
The Egyptian wondered about the new land she wandered. The traders had let her off some time ago down the coast, and she had been wandering ever since. That barren, sandy stretch, with its lapping tide and warmth-born, clingy flora in the oddest places, was surprisingly open. Well, it was the sea, of course — it tended to wear down everything in its way — but Rewdeynetya felt like she was staring at a long, open road. Across that blue, she had come from a land where her name was snarled among the angry.
Rewdeynetya, the Turncoat. Rewdeynetya, Shifting as the Moon. Rewdeynetya, Traitor of Traitors. There were many names for those like her, but that new, clean start on that foreign shore would end that. No one would know her face or scent...at least, as far as Rewdeynetya knew. And that time, she would walk with no pack. In her heart, she knew that coastline would be her point of exile; she was reluctantly to go any further. Along the wind, the smells of other Luperci could be smelt, even if they were faint and washed out. Territories, inevitably, were nearby.
All the hybrid could hope for, as she wandered the shore aimlessly, was that she tangled with them no longer. The fight was back among the shores of the Nile, and in her exodus and exile, she had shaken off the river's chains. The new coast and the afternoon were hers to wander anonymously.