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Back-Dated to the 11th.Takes place in the strip of territory north of the dampwoods but south of Ichika, Neela is in Optime.
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Neela strode briskly through the snow, uncharacteristically ignoring the attractive scenery created around her by the snow layering the ground being hit by the brilliant orange glow of the sunset that filtered through the thin scattering of trees present this close to the mountainous territory of the Ichikian border.
Neela was angry and frustrated and was taking a walk down towards the Dampwoods in an attempt to clear her mind. While the night was fast approaching Neela had no intention of sleeping this night; for the past week she was been plagued by nightmares of heightening intensity which had left her exhausted and unsettled.
Neela's anger and frustration came from the fact that she knew well the source of these knightmares, why they were returning to haunt her now. It was Ichika, the pack that she had come to love. Neela had no other defence from her thoughts and guilt other than travelling and keeping busy on mindless tasks. Ichika had stripped one of those away from her and was not exactly conductive to the other.
It was why she was planning to leave the territory in a short while, to take her boat and head down south to the human city of Halifax. It was also why she spent so much time, such as now, wandering outside of the pack territory, trying to sate what had become a needy appetite for travel.
It wasn't working well. Neela could only hope that an extended trip on her boat would have a greater effect; as much as she loved Ichika and wished to stay there the nightmares were getting unbearable and the lack of sleep was starting to have a physical effect on her health.
With a tired sigh Neela trudged onwards anyway. Even if the trip wasn't serving its original purpose she was determined to have at least one night where she didn’t wake screaming, Julian's blood on her hands and his voice in her ear.
