the moon and i

Vesper · 11-29-2011, 08:57 PM

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Word Count → 503 :: Your post was awesome. Big Grin Hopefully it's okay she guesses that he has treated injuries? If not, message me and I'll change it. :3 Vesper is in lupus form.

Restlessness had overtaken another that same night, though Vesper had not even attempted to find sleep. Then again, there wasn’t any real den for her to go to, only a few scraped-out half-burrows that she nestled into now that she had left the patient’s room in the guest house. She’d yet to lay claim to an official residence in Inferni, despite being here for—was it really a month already? The thought gave her pause as she stepped through the forest, and her blue eyes lowered to the leafy carpet underfoot.

One month since her first shift—one month since her second birthday. She had been attacked days before that and officially joined a week or two later. Somehow, mapping the dates out in her mind made the whole experience more surreal.

But the coywolf was not the romantic type, not one to dwell on silly feelings more than was necessary, no matter how much the revelation really affected her. She shook her light tawny coat out, dislodging a couple of damp fallen leaves, and walked onward again.

Vesper was used to stalking through the woods even after the moon and stars came out; this kind of restlessness plagued her often, and she ran surprisingly well on little sleep. She could see small patches through empty patches in the tree canopy, patches that would only grow larger as the deciduous ones lost their leaves. Seeing the pinpricks of light framed by the branches unnerved her instead of bringing her the usual comfort, so with head lowered and eyes narrowed she trotted on again. It would do her some good to scout out her territory at night, when the atmosphere changed and everything was tinged with an unfamiliar darkness. She already knew the Dampwoods beyond the borders like the back of her paw, and she wanted to transfer this familiarity to her new home. She wanted to be useful to the clan, or at least wanted to prove herself.

The familiar sound of a creek made her smile and change direction. She had followed the course of this particular stream quite a few times from her days hanging around the D’Neville Mansion’s gardens. It led into the few patches of woodland she knew very well, and so it was with a kind of quiet enthusiasm that she loped in its direction.

Something was off, however; she felt the presence of another even before her light blue eyes found the silhouette on the rock. The senses and instincts of a loner made her pause, her full coyote-large ear pricked forward while her torn one remained at half-mast. Though it was hard to discern details in the darkness, he looked like a pale, rusty tawny splattered with dark like the hair that cascaded down around his shoulders. He was unfamiliar, and his scent told of old herbal poultices and an only recent life with the fire clan.

“Another one, huh?” Vesper questioned softly, head tilted. More new blood, and one who might be similar to her.

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