Something Old, Something New

Skye Collins · 06-19-2011, 01:52 PM

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sorry for the delay! D: and for the semi-large post.. wc: 576

The female thought back to the encounter with Niro, Orin's brother. She had first thought that he had been Orin herself, due to the similarities in scent; she realized how much she missed Orin and hoped that she would come back when her heart fell and found that it was simply Niro, the blue-mohawked man who kept the beautiful golden birds. Shawchert had told her about him, and how they had almost fought when they first encountered, and again when Niro found out that Orin was having Shawchert's pups.

She hadn't underestimated Niro's obvious dislike of Shawchert, and she could feel that he was angry towards him; first for taking Orin's innocence away from her, then for not protecting her and her pups while the murderer ravaged her house, stole her pup's life and chased her, and finally for instead of searching for her himself, running away off to who knows where. Skye herself tried not to feel any bitterness towards the leader; she knew how he was unhappy at the time and she was seeing him less and less. She didn't blame him, nor did she judge him - it wasn't her place to do so. Shawchert, despite his faults, was her friend nonetheless, and she wouldn't betray him by spreading hurtful words. She wished that he had told her before leaving, but what was done was done, and couldn't be taken back now.

Her mind drifted to when Niro found the house, and his pained look; a rush of anger had surged through her then, towards Argul. The ungrateful bastard.. he had come to Cercatori d'Arte looking for a home, looking for someone to take care of him - he had been quite the ragged fellow. And he repaid them by saying that he loved the woman whose pup he murdered. The only solace that Skye got from the incident was that Argul was finally dead.

"We did get him," she said cautiously. "Shawchert, our... former... leader, managed to attack him and chase him out of Cercatori d'Arte forever. Later, a member of Phoenix Valley, a pack not so far from here, found him and killed him."

She recalled, too, the anger that Niro had when he found that Shawchert only chased out the man, not killed him. Her mind went back to the pack meeting they had before the incident; Mars, who was now happily living in Dahlia de Mai with Krystalle and Iliya, had voiced his loud opinions against Shawchert. With a short spark of anger, she remembered how she had reminded him that it was not his place to say such things - and how he had so callously ignored her, as did everyone else. Everyone but Slade, a modest but loyal coyote that she was glad to have in the pack.

Members had stopped coming for a while, and people had left, scared of the lack of security in Cercatori d'Arte. Looking at her plants, she remembered the change that she had put them through; and it had worked, so far. Giron was here, and he hadn't been before; she gave him a small smile. The pack was recovering from the incident, but the scars of it still remained. Orin was still gone.

The female smiled at Giron again, clearing her head - she didn't want to dampen the afternoon. "Recently," she said, changing the subject, "We've been acquiring some livestock, including goats and horses. Did you have any animals where you're from?"

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