01-31-2011, 12:07 PM
Quote:OoC: Closed thread to Slade Auctor. The time and date is January 27th, at five in the morning.
WotD 1 Pt. Attempt: "Thimblerig"
Perhaps it was best to get away from the Quartz Shoreline for a while. The encounter with the mountain pack had tempted her to go Lupus for the sake of speed. However, she kept calm and kept to Optime, instead heading for the rocks that bordered the Quartz. With all intent to keep away from the area for the time being, she had clambered over them and left her coastline home. Rewdeynetya could return shortly; she just didn't want to run into any more pack wolves from that might have been on the beach.
The trip had taken her the entire day, and it was only in the wee hours of the morning that she finally reached the darkest woods. Not much moonlight filtered through, and it seemed like midnight dominated the area. She could barely see, constantly stumbling into brush and bramble, her hand-like paws stepping in a myriad of things. It hadn't helped that she had been forced to squeeze past two territories — a hard-to-find corridor ran between them, and it was so thin, the separate packlands had nearly been touching. More of her scent to catch, how grand; Rewdeynetya was beginning to wonder if there was some sort of island she could hide on.
So far, it seemed as if little passed through the wood in terms of canines. She had passed a band of wild dogs scavenging at a deer's carcass, but that was it. She was utterly alone in the Dans l'Obscurité, and despite the dark, she liked that. No close territories for Rewdeynetya to run into — just a small hiding place no one could thimblerig from her.