M. Change my odds and good intentions

Palaydrian Soul · 05-06-2012, 11:29 PM

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WC:: 904 Alright I’m assuming this takes place a week after Drin has been accepted to give her time to travel to the coast. Pardon the mini novel, got a little carried away but it’s my first time playing her optime and I wanted to set up the scene for us! <3.

Palaydrian didn’t wait long to explore her new home and the surrounding neutral territories. With the musk of heat on her, she felt uncomfortable causing all the males in her pack discomfort, so she decided to take a few days outside of the pack lands to explore. More so for their sake than her own, but it also gave her a good excuse to see the rest of the lands she now called home. She knew well enough to avoid the area known as Inferni and had taken a two day wide berth around the lands that reeked of coyote. It was important for her to search everywhere and anywhere in hopes of finding something that would connect her to her grandmother’s stories. She didn’t know if she’d ever return to her old pack lands, but hunting down the “Soul” legacy was something that kept her up at night. Where did Fawn grow up? Why did Syliat have them leave? Who were the Souls, and would someone recognize her by the surname she had given herself?

The young femme’s mind was occupied as she continued exploring along, she was actually considering turning back so her new pack wouldn’t think she had up and left when a strange scent wafted into her nares. Intrigued, the Siamese coated wolf lifted her blazed snout to the air. The scent of her heavy heat was in the air, but above this...something sickeningly sweet, and definitely dead. Her ears picked up on the sound of gulls a ways off and she could smell the faint breath of the ocean so she knew she was near a great body of water, but that didn’t explain the smell of death. Still in the woods just skirting the coast line, Drin lowered her lupine form and cautiously began to track the pungent odor. Wolves were natural scavengers if given the opportunity and any free meal was a welcome sight. Her stomach grumbled with the thought. She’d eaten a fattened squirrel earlier in the morning, but that didn’t seem to appease her hormone driven appetite.

The golden girl was getting closer to the source when her two toned eyes locked on the carcass of a grouse. Her hunger replaced rational and she bounded from the bushes and leapt onto the quarry only to have her right paw get snarled in a trap and raised upward. Panic gripped the she-wolf immediately and she let out an alarmed bark. “What the hell?!” She screamed not yet noticing the numbness spreading through her right paw and down. The wolf was awkwardly standing up on her hind legs, one paw suspended far above her head, and the other helplessly flailing about. Shift, just shift! She willed with her brain, but some stubbornness didn’t allow her. She knew the optime form was acceptable around here, but she still felt uncomfortable coming from a place where her kind was abhorred. Drin continued her awkward dance trying to pull her right paw to her body and causing the tree limbs above her to shake, but the more she struggled, the tighter the ropes got. A rivulet of blood began to course downward. “Fuck it hurts!” She snarled now that the numbness had passed and her arm began feeling like it was on fire.

Drin’s hind legs were getting tired from jumping around to stay up and she felt as if the rope would pull her arm out of its socket if she didn’t stand up taller. Just shift already... she willed when her ears swiveled to an approaching sound. “Shit. It’s now or never,” she growled under her breath and her eyes oiled over. Muscles fleshed out, legs and arms extended, and paws thickened as opposable thumbs grew into place. Her long mane of wavy blonde hair streaked with seal points of chocolate and lilac was unkempt and wild looking, dangling far beneath her breasts. It had been many moons since the last time she had fully shifted and had braided it into a fishtail. The crescent moon branding of silver flesh stood out proudly in the middle of her chest as her height increased to just a bit over 6 feet and she was able to hold her hand comfortably above her head. The were shook her head and closed her clouded dark eyes to reopen them to their vivid two tone hue again.

That wasn’t too bad, she mused but immediately was aware of the approaching sound again and how the rope had only cut its way deeper into her flesh during the change. Fuck! Her left hand reached up and gingerly began picking at the rope embedded in her inflamed skin, but to no use. She’d need something sharp to cut it, but she had no time. Drin grasped the rope above her suspended right paw and gave a fierce tug when “Ah shit.” sank into her ears. The young Soul stopped what she was doing and turned her gaze to the stranger in secui. Her eyes immediately registered the strange markings covering his body, this was the second wolf she had seen who had manipulated his coat. Unsure of what to say she simply blurted, “Ummm...a little help?” Friend or foe, she find out soon enough.

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