Each step I take

Eris Eternity · 05-21-2011, 04:20 AM

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my road to hell is surely paved

The Halifax territory called to her -- there were all manner of shiny trinkets and collectibles, and she might find something useful for the pack there. Departing alone, she had thought to inform Sirius and Larkspur both that she would be leaving for a day or two. She traveled in her Optime form, figuring this would be the form she returned in, after all -- her Lupus form would not provide her with quite enough dexterity for this excursion. On her back she carried a battered burlap sack scrounged from the village, some ancient and dusty barn. There were holes in it, and unfortunately she would have to find a better solution for anything she carried in her hands, but it would do. She carried with her also the bone dagger, the only weapon she had of any substance. The athame would shatter too easily if she attempted to use it as a weapon. Along with that was the driftwood stick, carried as a walking mechanism despite the lack of necessity for it. There was no reason for the hybrid to require a walking aid; her gait was very nearly a swagger as she meandered along the path of the stream, her head filled with thoughts and schemes, plots and various notions she might enforce within Salsola.

The hybrid knew the Dampwoods perhaps better than any other territories; she had spent much of her time in Inferni in these very woods. There was a stream she could follow to Halifax without so much as having to think about the route until she was near enough to the city to see it. Only there did the stream abrubtly end, cut short by a man-made concrete pond that had turned the surrounding area into a bog. That was no fun to walk through, but the coyote appreciated the time to clear her head and keep her mind free of thoughts without having to worry about direction. Abruptly, however, she stopped, becoming aware of a presence -- a voice rang out ahead of her, and she squinted, peering about the underbrush in search of its source. The voice was unfamiliar to her, but armed as she was for the trip, the hybrid was unafraid, stepping forward to seek the voice's owner. “You alright? Who are you speaking to?” she asked softly, not wishing to startle her and having caught only the tail end of the woman's speech. She seemed disheveled, and the hybrid peered at her with hard eyes, still a safe distance away. As always, the hybrid was wary, though not entirely unfriendly in her approach.

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