Of Sea Mists and Memories

Ciara O'Callahan · 02-09-2012, 09:29 PM

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This thread is open to all, located on the coastline just outside of the New Dawn borders. If you require any more information before posting, feel free to PM me. Smile Basically, Ciara's lonely and looking for a friend/someone to talk to Date: 14/02/12 Time: Early morning.

The day was crisp and bright when Ciara poked her nose out of the New Dawn pack den. Her pack-mates were all sleeping around her. Quietly, the yearling stood and shook her fur out, careful to stand far enough away from her new family so she wouldn’t coat them in dirt. Her eyes were shocked at the white blindness the effect of early morning sunlight on snow caused, and she squinted, ears perking forward to pick up any sounds. Her night had been riddled with unpleasant dreams, and she figured a stroll and perhaps a hunt would help to clear her head.

By habit, the calico wolfess stopped at the river close to the den and took a drink of the ice cold water, feeling it as it travelled down her throat and seemed to spread cold fingers through her body. With another shake and a quick ruffle of her fur she was off at a running pace, paws digging into the partially snowy ground below her and kicking up ice flakes in her stead. She lowered her body to the ground and just ran, enjoying the exhilaration and pure joy of it. It didn’t take her long to pick up the scent of prey, and she soon distinguished it as whitetail deer.

Quietly and carefully Ciara followed the scent, pausing briefly when her trail brought her to the very edge of the New Dawn territory. For a moment, she forgot her chase and stared warily into the dense woods in front of her. She hadn’t been past these borders since Zalen had admitted her, but she knew her pray was there, and behind that smell she was picking up the scents of something else familiar to her, something salty. With curiosity fresh in her mind, the yearling crossed the borders and bounded into the woods. It didn’t take her long to find the deer, though when she came across it she realized it was a young buck with plenty of points in his antlers. Alone, Ciara wouldn’t be able to bring him down, as inexperienced as she was. The Labrador Luperci wanted desperately to hunt, and she decided that once she returned to the pack she would ask Augustus for some lessons.

With the prospect of a meal gone, Ciara followed the scent that had confused her before, trekking through the woods until she came onto a clearing. She poked her head over the edge, and she realized she was standing on the brink of a sea-cliff. For moment vertigo swarmed up and she dug her claws into the ground below, feeling dizzy and ready to fall. With a sharp yip she pulled herself back and crouched on the ground, looking very much like a puppy as she scuttled forward and once again peeked over the edge. The ocean was down there, glittering up at her ominously in its ongoing black expanse.

The sight, smell, and sounds of the massive entity below her brought long-buried memories slamming back into her mind at a painful pace. She thought on the day when her father had taken her to the ocean’s edge with the promise of teaching her to fish. She couldn’t see the evil gleam in his eyes, couldn’t understand that he had really taken her there in hopes to drown her. Her mother, however, understood his character much better than Ciara did, and just as the huge ebony male had grabbed tiny Ciara by the ruff, her mother had came, snarling and snapping and yanking her away. That had been the last time Ciara had seen him, heartbroken and deceived as he growled his hatred for them both and stalked away for good. Then came the day her mother promised her freedom from the terror of her father’s return. “Damon will never find us again,” she’d promised as they stood on the most Northern point in Newfoundland. “We’re going to go far away now.” And they had, they spent two full days hopping from ice-flow to ice-flow until they’d finally made it across the Gulf of St. Lawrence from Cook’s Harbour to Barge Bay. Her mother had died shortly after.

Needless to say, the ocean did not bring good memories to the small, slender wolfess. Her chest grew tight and uncomfortable, and her heart heavy as she stared out over the waves. Without knowing what else to do, she lifted her head and let out a long, haunting cry. The howl was a sort of catharsis, freeing the girl from the sorrow swelling within her. She carried on her song, mourning the death of her mother, vocalizing her hatred for her father and her sadness that the only memories she had were laced with evil and pain. Only when her throat began to burn, and her lungs became exhausted did Ciara cease her howling. She couldn’t say how long she’d cried for, nor if anyone had heard her, but the sound left her all at once relieved, and yet more lonely and empty than ever before.

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