then the time of trouble commences

Sparrow · 05-02-2012, 07:26 PM

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Word Count → 571 :: Tl;dr, Sparrow is riding on Bairre and is standing some distance away from Zeke and Helo.

As the days went by, Sparrow found herself more settled within the lands of Inferni. On every morning she woke since acceptation into the ranks, everything was becoming familiar instead of foreign; she had nothing to thank besides her cursed memory that aided in helping to remember all the pathways and faces that walked upon them. It was a strange feeling, having spent a couple of months prior basically traveling alone across the Canadian northeast, rarely ever sleeping in the same spot twice. But, the caves greeted her nightly, their mouths providing safe rest that promised undisturbed slumber from outside forces. The tension that raked the clan bore within the fawn, but along with it was the simple contentment of having a familiar home.

Despite having her rope and the thin book of letters from Myrika to study, she met her wit’s end; having tying every knot she knew about a hundred and now knowing most of the alphabet by heart, she became rather bored, though did not find reviewing the book a waste. Nonetheless, she swept by the Mansion to borrow a bow for the day; she never allowed herself to keep the weapon for more than a few hours, worrying that somehow the other couple they kept would be borrowed by other members, and leaving another short. With that she also picked up a few arrows, placing them in a rather crudely-made quiver of hide that she made herself, though it was better than nothing at the moment, and set out towards the Village corral, the morning still young.
She took out Bairre, the stallion that she had practiced riding with once before, to assist in today’s goal: exploring the borders. Sparrow could guess it could be masked as “patrolling”, though its true intents were to see what was there instead to inspect it. He seemed to enjoy the hybrid’s presence as much as she did his, and she found it easy as she led him northwestward, towards the flower fields she liked to haunt. But, she was only nearly approaching the edges of the meadow when she heard the wolfish howl.

At first, her fur crawled over her skin, dread sinking into her stomach. Her first thought was of Marcel. But, this voice was female, and she discarded that idea to be replaced with the idea of the Boreas wolves. Her body lacked scars to show that she had met these beasts, but their actions were enough to give Sparrow fright. But, loyalty demanded her to investigate the matter, and became relaxed by the thought that she couldn’t have been the only one who heard the voice, that other coyotes would come. She turned the roan towards the west, and set him at a run, all the while rubbing his thick neck, curling her fingers in his red made to make her calm.

She came not long after the Hydra and the Aquila, if not a couple of seconds, before Bairre stood a little behind Yegua and Viggo, though the fawn made sure her presence was known. They smelled familiar—it was the pack that she scented on her way to Inferni, the one who bore many different canines, no distinct species. The group did not seemed hostile as they stood before her leader, but she kept her guard, her fingers that were resting in the stallion’s mane ready to grab the bow that rested on her back.

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