Tell Me What You Want to Hear

Ralla · 10-15-2011, 08:41 PM

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(Nootau: Visible)

Ever since Anu's escape, Ralla had scarcely left her house during daylight hours, and when she did, it was only for the bare necessities. Instead, she let herself wander in the dark of the night, comforted by the shadows and pale light of the moon. She was like moon-mist, the way she moved--or perhaps it was just because she had become a waif of what she once was. What with the lack of food and stress, Ralla had lost weight, and her once vibrant eyes seemed tired. She missed the peaceful tranquility of her home--the green hills and forests, and knowledge that it was her haven and that she had family that was safe. It was all no more, and she wanted it to end. She knew in her heart what was right, and knew that what she had done was right as well. Perhaps Chitsa had been right: Their values could never be the same, since she came from the Great Tribe and Ralla from the Moon Tribe. But Ralla knew AniWaya, and knew that what Maska doing wasn't right; her vision hadn't lied. Nootau had stood by Ralla for the entire time of the usurpation, and still, Ralla felt weak. J'adore had been kind enough to teach her how to fight, and still, Ralla felt helpless.

How were her children doing? Ayasha grew more rebellious and brave against Maska by the day, and she was steadily loosing control on what her daughter might do. But how were Ahiga and Alaster? Little Aleu? Her children were growing up without her, and she wondered what Noss and Strel were seeing of them. After the raid by Cour des Miracles, Ralla was more nervous than ever about the foreign pack's stability, and her spirit raged for it all to end. Her fire was riding the calm before the storm, when it would break loose like lightning.

Nootau hooted sharply from his perch in one of the branches, taking flight shortly after to the east. The sudden noise startled Ralla, and she jogged to catch up with her silently capricious spirit guide, following him as he glided beneath the milky night sky, curious to his actions. It wasn't long after that they crossed over the AniWayan borders, but still, Nootau persisted. "Nootau? Hatlvno hnadvga nihi daye--?" she called out before stopping mid-sentence, smelling a strangely familiar and yet not familiar scent in the air. One half the scent was of Anathema--she had smelled enough of that pack to recognize its odor--and the other half... It can't be...? Ralla's steps increased as she then ran after Nootau, eager to see if her suspicions were correct. Spotting the figure just a few yards away, Ralla let a smile burst onto her features as she continued her sprint to the familiar face--a face she had thought had disappeared into the void of the world, leaving her the weaker for it to stand against the tyranny in her home.

"Leon!"

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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