straddling the great unknown

Parker Sadira · 03-04-2011, 08:55 PM

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Date: March 4th

Setting: Crimson Dreams, Cottontail Valley borders.

Time: Early afternoon.

Character Form: Optime

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Please don't feel obligated to write as much as I did. I tend to ramble. @_@ 500+

One life traded for another. Denali had died, while Artemis lived. It was a trade off none of them would have dreamed of asking for, not in a million years. But they were the ones left with the aftermath of Nuki's treachery. It all began with just a simple game of catch, and ended with nearly three young lives lost. Parker would have been one of many, had her mother not caught on to the cruel games the woman played with their family. What if it had been Silvano? Or Tony and his siblings? Better her than them, right? Being stuck in that hole, with an arrow aimed at her face and no where to run was the first moment in Parker's life where she had felt her mortality. And it tasted of blood, tears and regret.

But her mother, a omnipresent beacon of hope, had come to her rescue and pulled her out of what would have been her grave. She'd be ushered into the Mansion and placed near the fire with many blankets piled on her, while Cambria and Amata tended to her in a near panic. She'd been so cold, and the urge to reach out and grasp the flames almost overwhelming. The night was rough on her as she regained her strength once again, not three days after her ordeal at the Skip Caves. Worst than the first, for sure. The entire scene played over and over in her head, even as she slept. She could not get the image of those burning crimson eyes out of her head; they were not even cold, merely muted and emotionless. It was probably what frightened her the most.

A couple days had passed since then, and it was today that Parker gathered the courage to venture out of the dusty old building she'd sequestered herself into out of fear. The pain she felt at Denali's passing was dampened by Artemis' presence in the halls, and it gave Parker the strength to mourn properly instead of drown in grief over her murdered brother. Artemis, on the other hand, seemed to be suffering greatly from the loss. That was a driving force behind this sudden change of heart; she wanted to avoid this ever happening again. If she was able to familiarize herself with the entirety of the territory, then perhaps she would not be caught unawares. Furthermore, if she was able to make the trip to neighboring packs, she could forge something of a bond between them to drive the darker inhabitants, wanderers and vagrants away from the greater area.

That is, if she had the blessing of her mother.

For now, she was content with wandering the perimeter nearest the Manor. Cottontail Valley was the nearest border to the majority of their neighbors, bar AniWaya, and served to slake her curiosity well enough. The snows were quickly melting now, leaving tiny rivers that seemed to weave across the worn pathway like silver latticework. Her scarf was secured around her neck, while the remaining length of it was cast over her shoulders. In her hands was a small stone she'd recovered from a melting snowbank; a remarkable fragment of deep, rich blue. She had a mind to make it into a necklace when she returned to the Manor, but for now she contented herself with memorizing every inch of the border.

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