The water won't spare us

Vesper · 10-14-2011, 04:07 PM

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Hopefully I can join this now that Ves and Tayui are mostly acquainted. x3

Word Count → 364

Justice. Vesper had chased after that ideal for only a brief time before she fell short. When she was young, she had been too weak to deal out the justice her dead mother deserved. When she was out on her own, fighting for someone she loved, she had been called a monster. Bloodying one’s jaws was a price she’d had to pay for the justice she wanted, and yet few accepted it.

They were all too ready to accept a host of other vile crimes, however.

She had touched on the subject briefly with that pale loner, Noir, and the woman’s scent was in her nostrils now as she trotted down the cracked pavement of the overgrown neighborhood streets. The scent blended with a few others, all headed into the same sheltered area—more than just the female wolf’s tickling at her memory. Frowning, she glanced at the dilapidated building and approached cautiously. Something was happening, and a part of her told her that it was something she needed to be a part of.

The coywolf pushed against the door to the old building, sneaking in quietly other than a soft creak of wood. She had the time to stare at the gathered canines—mostly males, though Noir stood to address them. Her ears pricked as the woman began to speak—telling them that they would be the law in Nova Scotia. She went on to describe the Salsola pack she had warned the non-luperci about.

There was a pause as Noir waited for an answer, and a familiar male voice spoke up. Vesper, who’d been hanging back uncertainly, whipped her head around to stare at the black wolf in puzzlement. Zalen…? Her confused expression flickered into a small grin, a surge of happiness filling her lungs. He was one of the few luperci she’d talked to that seemed to share her views.

The tawny female finally announced her presence with a cleared throat and a lifted head—though the perceptive probably would have noticed her already, and she would have been in Noir’s line of sight. She took a step forward, her scarred visage bearing a crooked grin.

“Count me in, too.”

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