03-30-2012, 02:05 PM
Midnighish time, at the borders
319
It was an impulse within her that she could not ignore, a nagging that would not cease, it was who she was born to be and her destiny to follow where it would lead. She was not even 24 hours into being a member of her new pack and yet she was already stalking its borders like some long forgotten shadow wraith. Nobody heard her come and nobody heard her go. A shadow in the darkness. Blue and amber pierced the night like a beacon. She was not unarmed, far from it, clenched in her fists were her ceremonial knives, her weapon of choice, the short sword still dangled from the belt around her waist and rested against her leg.
Despite the change in scenery and the increase in safety that she felt her sleep was still disrupted to the point where it was better for her if she didn't try to sleep rather then suffer broken sleep that often left her moody and irritable. At least this way she kept on moving until she was exhausted, only then would true rest be within her grasp but until that happened, she continued walking. It was a good few hours later in the darkness of true night that she heard some semblance of movement amongst the night life noises.
Footsteps crunched through the foliage and she raised her daggers, ready to defend herself when a scent drifted towards her, she sniffed at the air silently and only let her hands drop down when she discerned who it was. It was Skye, her new Alpha. The woman tilted her head upwards in an acknowledging gesture and motioned with a paw for Skye to accompany her upon her rounds. She was quiet however, letting the leader female speak first. Jace had not held such a low rank for some time and had already plans to increase her standing amongst the Cercatori people.
319
It was an impulse within her that she could not ignore, a nagging that would not cease, it was who she was born to be and her destiny to follow where it would lead. She was not even 24 hours into being a member of her new pack and yet she was already stalking its borders like some long forgotten shadow wraith. Nobody heard her come and nobody heard her go. A shadow in the darkness. Blue and amber pierced the night like a beacon. She was not unarmed, far from it, clenched in her fists were her ceremonial knives, her weapon of choice, the short sword still dangled from the belt around her waist and rested against her leg.
Despite the change in scenery and the increase in safety that she felt her sleep was still disrupted to the point where it was better for her if she didn't try to sleep rather then suffer broken sleep that often left her moody and irritable. At least this way she kept on moving until she was exhausted, only then would true rest be within her grasp but until that happened, she continued walking. It was a good few hours later in the darkness of true night that she heard some semblance of movement amongst the night life noises.
Footsteps crunched through the foliage and she raised her daggers, ready to defend herself when a scent drifted towards her, she sniffed at the air silently and only let her hands drop down when she discerned who it was. It was Skye, her new Alpha. The woman tilted her head upwards in an acknowledging gesture and motioned with a paw for Skye to accompany her upon her rounds. She was quiet however, letting the leader female speak first. Jace had not held such a low rank for some time and had already plans to increase her standing amongst the Cercatori people.