07-11-2011, 04:15 PM
((Playing as Deuce Rhiannon. Set on Halcyon Mountain 
Perhaps just before Soran arrived back?))
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She had left her little daughter Sora with Budha. She'd told him she needed a break, and that she'd be gone for a short while. She wanted to know what had become of everyone. Noah, Tal, Lucifer. All of them had left. She knew Lucifer had gone mad with drugs and was no longer the male she'd loved, nor had he been in a very long time. She followed the mountains up, leaving the lands she was living in and making her way up to Nova Scotia. Seeing familiar landmarks caused her heart to race. The Halycon Mountains. On the back side would be the old territories, burnt and useless. But on this side? On this side the heady scent of green arose. The woman stood tall, her scars and torn ear forgotten. She felt young again.
The heavy scent of something portentous came to her. Something would happen to change her life. Something would happen to her, that would change how she viewed the world. She stopped, swallowing. Her age suddenly weighed on her. She'd come a long way since she'd left. How long had it been? She wasn't sure. Would anyone even recognize her? Would her pack still be there? She regretted leaving them now, even missed Jefferson and his cranky ways. She missed her family and her friends. She wondered idely of the others she'd left behind, if they missed her or if they even remembered her. Naniko. Her adopted children, Jasper and Colibri.
She sat on a fallen log, feeling suddenly lightheaded. What had possessed her to come here? What if she decided she wanted to stay? What if she didn't stay, what if she returned to find out Adelio had finished what he'd started and killed Sora? She shouldn't have left her daughter behind, she should have insisted that Sora and Budha accompany her.
She took in a slow deep breath. Whatever happened would happen. She would find out what she needed to know, and then she would return to Unwritten, to her daughter and her friend Budha.
Little Sora...the child was named after an old flame. Soran. The white woman thought of her former mate often. She missed the dark lady, though she knew not where she was. She sighed the woman's name, wishing the breeze would carry it to her ears somehow. "Soran...."
Perhaps just before Soran arrived back?))She had left her little daughter Sora with Budha. She'd told him she needed a break, and that she'd be gone for a short while. She wanted to know what had become of everyone. Noah, Tal, Lucifer. All of them had left. She knew Lucifer had gone mad with drugs and was no longer the male she'd loved, nor had he been in a very long time. She followed the mountains up, leaving the lands she was living in and making her way up to Nova Scotia. Seeing familiar landmarks caused her heart to race. The Halycon Mountains. On the back side would be the old territories, burnt and useless. But on this side? On this side the heady scent of green arose. The woman stood tall, her scars and torn ear forgotten. She felt young again.
The heavy scent of something portentous came to her. Something would happen to change her life. Something would happen to her, that would change how she viewed the world. She stopped, swallowing. Her age suddenly weighed on her. She'd come a long way since she'd left. How long had it been? She wasn't sure. Would anyone even recognize her? Would her pack still be there? She regretted leaving them now, even missed Jefferson and his cranky ways. She missed her family and her friends. She wondered idely of the others she'd left behind, if they missed her or if they even remembered her. Naniko. Her adopted children, Jasper and Colibri.
She sat on a fallen log, feeling suddenly lightheaded. What had possessed her to come here? What if she decided she wanted to stay? What if she didn't stay, what if she returned to find out Adelio had finished what he'd started and killed Sora? She shouldn't have left her daughter behind, she should have insisted that Sora and Budha accompany her.
She took in a slow deep breath. Whatever happened would happen. She would find out what she needed to know, and then she would return to Unwritten, to her daughter and her friend Budha.
Little Sora...the child was named after an old flame. Soran. The white woman thought of her former mate often. She missed the dark lady, though she knew not where she was. She sighed the woman's name, wishing the breeze would carry it to her ears somehow. "Soran...."