I reject your reality

Axelle Napier · 06-21-2011, 03:45 AM

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Date: 21 June

Setting: Dahlia de Mai, graveyard

Time: Morning

Character Form: Lupus

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WC: 427

Points: 3

It’s been a while since Axelle visited her dear friend, DRACULA, at his grave sight. She didn’t really like to trespass much now that she was in a pack. When she was a loner, it was easy. She didn’t smell like any other strange packs and even though she could be found, it wasn’t as easy. She trotted carelessly through the trees, knowing there wasn’t anyone around for miles because nobody ever came to this place. She didn’t bother to be quiet, and maybe that was a mistake. The most they would do is chase her out, and she would go without a problem and probably run fast.

She exited the woods a few moments after she had entered them and walked carefully across a patch of field before the cemetery that was in view. She looked around and remembered this is where she had found Voron talking to herself, or rather her brother’s ‘ghost.’ At the time, she wasn’t able to hear their whispers and thought Voron might’ve been a bit nuts. She stayed and had a conversation with her anyway and soon learned that she wasn’t all that crazy. She had her own problems as did Axelle at the time being pregnant with Kemo’s pups and all.

Axelle was so lost in thought about the past few months that she hadn’t noticed that she entered the graveyard already. She stopped and pondered for a moment on where the grave was located. She looked around for that big tombstone with the angel planted on top of it with her huge wings spread. She wished she had wings sometimes. She quickly found it, since it was the biggest one there. She quietly trotted over to it, hoping that she wouldn’t have another experience like the one that happened a few days ago. She trusted her old, dead friend wouldn’t put her through that. After all, that time she was in the wrong graveyard being haunted by a not-so-human ghost.

She padded over to the grave and plopped down before its headstone. The ground felt strangely warm and vibrating. She didn’t exactly know what it was, but she was happy she wasn’t hearing thousands of whispers today. It was quiet aside from the birds chirping in the early morning day. The morning was so peaceful that she could almost… drift… off to sleep…

Her eyes became heavy, and she decided to close them. She was hidden by other tombstones around in the area, so any passersby wouldn’t be able to spot her unless they came into the cemetery.

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