03-06-2012, 01:11 AM
She had wandered away from D'Arte, away from the promise she'd made to Orin. She'd return there, if only to unmask Taliesin's cruelty. She still wore the clothing Soul had purchased at the festival, though she was without the silver collar the succubus woman had wanted. She had managed to keep the raven feather, her token from Odadio, and had even grown fond of the piercings, though they made shifting awkward, so she had ceased shifting to lupus or secui, and exclusively used her optime. Besides, optime form made carrying her ever present pouches easier.
She had heard of a different kind of pack further north, one that emphasized the 'natural' order of life, and it had her curious. They'd have no use for an assassin, though. Few packs honestly would, though she'd heard of some that might have use for someone of her nature. However, her counterpart made it hard to gauge things. After all, an assassin was useful; a succubus wasn't so useful, but perhaps a succubus assassin? That had possibilities.
She found the border easily. She walked along it, not stepping over just yet. Instead, she let her head fall back as a slow song fell from her lips, a call for someone to come and greet her, to introduce themselves to a lonely young woman on her own. She tossed auburn curls over her shoulder, her blue-green eyes scanning the area. She was a haughty woman, regardless of the name she called herself that day, but she was beautiful, and she was strong.
She had heard of a different kind of pack further north, one that emphasized the 'natural' order of life, and it had her curious. They'd have no use for an assassin, though. Few packs honestly would, though she'd heard of some that might have use for someone of her nature. However, her counterpart made it hard to gauge things. After all, an assassin was useful; a succubus wasn't so useful, but perhaps a succubus assassin? That had possibilities.
She found the border easily. She walked along it, not stepping over just yet. Instead, she let her head fall back as a slow song fell from her lips, a call for someone to come and greet her, to introduce themselves to a lonely young woman on her own. She tossed auburn curls over her shoulder, her blue-green eyes scanning the area. She was a haughty woman, regardless of the name she called herself that day, but she was beautiful, and she was strong.