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The undeniable truth was that she was much too far away from the safety of the clan’s borders and the closeness to her children to feel even remotely comfortable where she currently was. But perhaps this long trek had been a necessary break from her every-day routine. Halo found it much too easy to fall into a rhythm she could predict. Days, weeks and months could be spent within Inferni’s skull-lined borders without thoughts reaching out beyond, but once the need to move away from the borders rose, she usually spent some time outside the clan-lands. With all the discontentment filling her awake hours, it was probably for the best that the head warrior could steal away from everything and everyone she had to deal with daily. Patience was not something she had a lot of, and it burdened the few individuals she genuinely cared for if she ended up storing too much shit inside without letting it out in a proper way.
The incidents at the new pack’s borders should have sent her head over heels back home for a while, but instead, the foolish woman had gone further south. Now, again, she drew in the unmistakable scent of the closeness of yet another wolf pack. It was extremely rare for the woman to venture south once she decided to exit the clan-lands, and the result was a little trouble determining whose pack borders these were. Normally, the Triarii shied away from pack wolves if she could help it, but she seemed to have fallen into a fuck-all mood, and was not nearly as careful as she might have been. Definitely not as careful as she should be, that was for certain. She did little to hide her presence, but made certain not to cross the invisible line where the pack’s claim started. What she knew was that Halifax was to the east, and that was that, basically.
Her lovely shaped face turned to peer in the direction of the long lost city, where wonderful and terrible things had happened. Where they could still happen, if she was to allow it. But no, her confidence had slowly been restored over the years, and the shackles that had chained her to the ground had dissolved into dust. She was the terror lurking in the dark at night—or so she kept telling herself—and did not fear her fellow monsters as long as they kept her distance and did not reach out for a cruel embrace. She had conquered the greatest beast of them all, and there was little left to fear now. Especially since he was no longer in the area. But, of course, she wished he would be. Hate had turned back into its original form of adoration. But he couldn’t satisfy her hunger now, unfortunately. Rich, dark eyelashes shivered with richer memories of the sinful night where the twins had been conceived, but the moment was gone and they were all that remained.
Very slowly, the pack’s name took form within her struggling brain. Cour des Miracles. Perhaps. It was difficult to be certain, for she so rarely interacted with members from that pack. She couldn’t remember the last time she had caught the scent of someone from these lands. She was accustomed to hostility, and there was no reason to seek them out. She appreciated Ezekiel’s new standards, but he had to do much more to gain her favour. Having abandoned his clan in his youth, he had probably destroyed her trust forever, but it didn’t have to be unbearable between the two of them. The fault was hers, but not in her opinion, of course. He had disgraced her and taken away her voice as his sub-leader, and he had let in common trash and allowed them to mingle with the ones that mattered. She couldn’t help but boil with the thoughts of how wrong this was. But the disappeared Gabriel de le Poer would probably have let the same thing happen, had he still been Aquila. That too, was a particularly sour thought.
She continued south along the scented line of the wolf pack’s claim, curious to see if she could reach the ocean before the evening’s gloominess set in and discoloured the world. A furrow had set in-between her fine eyebrows, however, for she knew it was likely she would run into a patrol of some kind at some point. It would be her fault for travelling so close to the pack, but she was curious to check out the basic landscape in the pack’s proximity. Whether it would be useful or not was another thing, but they couldn’t shun her for walking on free grounds, even if it was close to theirs. If she managed to throw herself into conflict, that wouldn’t be so bad either, as long as they didn’t consume her with a superior number. She was generally confident that she would outmatch any one-on-one challenge as long as she wore her optime form, and it added to the general confidence it required to wander about so far from her home. Perhaps that was one of the reasons why she kept going. Even if she was to turn back, she wouldn’t reach Inferni today, so what harm was it to continue explore until nightfall?
Your faith walks on broken glass
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