then the time of trouble commences

Emmanuelle Brenna · 05-02-2012, 11:29 PM

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ems is by nat.

ooc; wee emma doesn't have a horse or know how to ride. xD lemme know if i need to get rid of something.

The woman had spent her mornings since the attack slinking along the borders when she wasn't at the greenhouse, feeling she was needed in more then one place. Though the garden-warrior felt at home with her plants, she knew better then to stay there when the times were trying. The woman felt she had done a service to her pack by cutting off that damned wolf's head and sticking it on a pike, it warmed her heart and she though she didn't know, she pretended that her packmates were proud of her feet. The last attack was the one that still echoed in her brain and one of the things she could not forget was the way her Aquila held onto the necklaces she gave him from the intruder in a most peculiar way, the heat radiating off of his body surely had been testament to his feelings about the whole ordeal, and she dare not ask.

The sword she had gained from the battle hung at her hips and the bow and quiver, over her shoulder. Daggers were strapped to her thighs as the woman was taking no chances on being unequipped. Though she was still new at fighting, she felt that she could hold her own against these wolves and survive long enough to call for help, and besides, the head resting on a pike was proof of that, was it not? Smiling grimly to herself, she trailed through the underbrush and skulls that lined the borders, making sure she brushed against most of it to keep the border scent fresh. Border patrols had been plenty lately, and for this she was glad for. So far they hadn't seen anything else since the last attack that she was aware of. Just as she was rubbing her shoulder against a tree that was lining the border her ears perked to receive a howl, one of strangers.

Her first reaction was anger, how dare they come up to her clans border and be so bold to announce themselves! Then logic and reason kicked in, and she thought to herself that no enemy would be stupid enough to say something before attacking, and it certainly wasn't the Boreas wolves style, now was it. Shaking the bits of bark off of her fur she started jumping through the tall grass, running at a medium speed towards the sound because she was close by and finally spotting the group that had taken place. The woman wiped all expression from her face as she approached all the canines on horseback, nodding in greeting to her fellow clan mates. The air was tense, and she wasn't sure why nobody had spoken. Looking at the Salsolans that stood across the borders, she dipped her head politely and spoke, her tone respectful and curtious, as well as welcoming. " What brings you to Infernian borders, may I ask? "

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