A Lone Wolfdog in a Sea of Luperci

Myrika Tears · 05-08-2012, 01:47 AM

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Myrika is by Raze!

The redhead could not imagine a life on the sea -- she had never even seen a proper boat, let alone one of the giants made for crossing the ocean. Her ears fell as she contemplated this, though it was not a look of disappointment. She supposed the world required all types -- if everyone preferred to bury their muzzle between the pages of a book, she wouldn't be standing here talking to one who made the trek across the seas, would she?

I can't imagine that, being confined to a ship for so long. Don't they miss the mountains, the grass? Meat? Myrika did not even know how one ate on a ship -- were there great birds who flew across the oceans? Did one simply fish? She wanted to ask these things of Ibycus, but held her tongue -- it wouldn't do to bother him with rapid-fire inquiries about something she'd never experience anyway. Perhaps some of Ithiel's chiding about chattering had gotten to her.

I imagine there are even more elsewhere, too. I haven't even met someone from all the packs, and I've been here since -- the end of last summer, I guess, she said, exhaling with the shock of just how long she'd been with Inferni. Do you have a horse? Horses make for easier travel. You could see more that way, the woman offered, thinking. She didn't know any other easy methods of transportation -- other than one's own four legs, however. That wasn't as speedy as a horse, though, and at least with an equine, a Luperci might conserve his or her strength.

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