07-06-2011, 12:49 PM
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http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... table2.png);background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;"> Set in the Cobequid Foothills if that's ok? Also I hope this post is ok, I'm a little rusty!! pushitinShe had once known these lands, once travelled them without fear, although with enough sense not to stray too far from any path. The moaning woods had been a creaking, shreiking jumble of green foliage once, mist had covered the ground, and now it had crumbled to dust almost, blackened shards of trees jutted from bare ground, the silence was deafening. Soran would never have classed them as being her favourite place, but now she found that she missed them deeply, as she did her old home. The dark lady had been back there again, travelling through the ashen lands that had once held the packs which homed many of her friends. pushitinTwo years she had been gone, two years without looking back, she had been a fool to return when she had, too many memories had risen, too sharp to swallow, too heavy to push back into a corner, she hadn't been able to lock the door on them completely. But now the green eyed fae found herself back in the foothills of lands she knew well, she hadn't been intending on coming back here, she hadn't planned anything, she had just walked. On and on, not looking around her, until she had found herself in the lands which had contained her pirate pack. There the sable lady had fallen to her knees and wept, screaming and tearing at her fur. It was all gone, she knew it had all been gone, but here it was right before her eyes, the house, the boat, everything. She had brushed the ash from her pup's tomb, it had been nothing fancy, just a slab with shaky names and a date carved into it, but she couldn't leave it covered as it was. pushitinThat had been her moment of clarity, here she was mourning her dead pups and comrades all over again when she had left perfectly living family just South of here. She had abandoned them in her selfishness, her son, her grandchildren, everyone. And what had she gained from leaving? Nothing, no matter how far she had run she had never been able to escape her past, the troublesome thing about memories, she had realised, was that you carried them with you no matter where you were, it was better to cope with them around loved ones. pushitinAnd so she had hitched her old leather satchel up on her shoulder and had begun the walk Southward, towards ones she knew, to ones she had loved. And now she found herself at the foothills, the acrid smell of sulphur filling her nostrils, she winced at the very scent, but underlaying she could pick up the faint smell of other wolves, hope stirred in her chest, perhaps someone she knew would still be living, still pleased to see her, she could, hopefully, have her family back. She blanched as she realised her grandchildren, tiny bundles of fur that could barely string a sentence together would now be full grown wolves, with lithe limbs, places in their own packs, perhaps even families of their own. She would have missed so much, she hoped they would forgive her, but would they even remember her? pushitinHer bright eyes scanned the nearby landscape, long fingers brushed her curled mane away from her eyes and deftly opened her pack. Perching herself on a nearby rock she began to chew absent mindedly at some dried rabbit she had taken with her on the journey. She was close now, the lady was getting older after all, she was allowed a break once in a while. She would rest here for a moment and then continue further into the lands, she would find someone, anyone... |