07-06-2011, 02:28 PM
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http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... table2.png);background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;"> Set on the 7th of July. Also apologies if this isn't amazing, I'm a little rusty.  pushitinThe sun was rising, the lazy ord hanging above the horizon now, painting the sky with light, the clouds blushed pink and orange, while the blue sky between them shone with the promise of a nice day. Soran smiled, she had walked all night after meeting that Teddy fellow much further north from here. She had managed to sleep briefly, but the pull of family was too strong to contend with, the dark lady hadn't slept well, too concerned that she had left it too long, that she would be unable to find any of her blood relations. Maybe they had disappeared just like Dhalia and Khaden had, she was their mother and yet she barely knew them, she had been a useless parent to them, it was true that they had been conceived to a male she hated under violence, but that was not their fault, she should not have punished them by abandoning them. And now she feared that she had lost her chance to be something of a beloved matriarch to her grandchildren, having abandoned them too, without gaining much of a chance to know them either. Now she replayed the scattered fragments of the conversations she had had with them, such brief encounters now held so much significance for her. Beyond everything she hoped they were still here, Brooklyn, Mati, Salem who had looked so much like the dark lady herself, and Haven, little Haven who had been so similar to his father at that age. But of course now they would be grown, she didn't even know whether they would still be here, or even still alive, she hoped desperately that they would be both, but if the choice came, knowing they were alive and well would be enough. pushitinSo with the rising sun at her back the green eyed lady was walking towards Crimson Dreams, the last place she had seen her son and Naniko, if they were still there perhaps the pups would be, if not they would know where they would be, they had the makings of being much better parents than she herself was. On and on she had walked and now was no different, she knew she was near a pack, she could smell it, but it was not her destination, so she would pass it by, if needs be she could always come back if her search proved fruitless. Her paws were light on the ground, although she had aged since she had last trod these paths she trod them as if she had never been away, this felt right, this was her home, no matter how she tried to run from it, it would always be her home. The sable lady was home, although not so sable now, small grey hairs were appearing in her fur she noticed, just a few around her dark muzzle, along the line of the scar which ran across her right eye and down her snout. This didn't annoy her as much as she had anticipated, she was in fact enjoying the greying fur, at least she wasn't really greying yet, for a wolf that had narrowly escaped being killed at birth she was rather proud of her seven years. Well, almost eight years so far. pushitinThe green eyed fae paused for a moment, sitting down, shaking her leather satchel from around her neck and licking at her foreleg, she hadn't been quite able to get all of the ash out of her fur after travelling back into the old lands to visit the pup's grave, and it was beggining to make her itch, so she sat and licked, trying to wash the stubborn particles from her foreleg. The dark fae gave a lazy yawn and listened momentarily to the waves lapping at the shore, before going back to her task. |