05-26-2012, 10:33 AM
Leaving Anathema had been easy. Easier than she had expected it to be. There had been no true attachments to the pack, nothing more than a contract keeping her there. The contract was still intact, thankfully, but she was no longer part of the pack. No longer bound by the rules. The only ones to keep were the ones she had formed herself. Amy knew that pack members that had been angered by her presence would probably feel free to harm her now, but defending herself had never been an issue. It was only when true weakness, such as being heavily pregnant, struck that she needed the help of another at all.
Having a pup with her did mean that she would need a more permanent place than her wagon to reside though. Somewhere the pup would be safe, and not get into trouble. The wagon was no place for a pup, and as young as he was Amy couldn't have him walk with her, as much as she would like him to. Everything that could be secured out of reach had been, Kohaku firmly informed that if he left the small area Amy had declared safe for him to wander in there would be punishment. She expected him to follow. As dumb as he was he would certainly listen without questioning, especially when threatened.
Amy traveled east, moving through the barren lands that had echoed with her soul. Beauty and death. Power and silence. That was what she beheld. Plants that were so fresh in the land they were just breaking through. Some areas were recovered farther, with prey and the like, but Amy aimed for the places that were still injured. She traveled until she spotted a city on the horizon. The buildings were scorched completely. Pausing Amy reached out a hand, feeling the rough shape. Ashy, rough. There would be no treasures to recover here, the city burned bare.
Amy traveled further, letting the buildings rise around them. She wasn't done yet. She hadn't found the perfect place for them to settle yet. Somewhere peaceful and strong. A place that Amy could keep barricaded against the world and revel in her treasures. A place like the home she'd grown up in. The buildings began to grow thin again, and Amy slowed, looking with care among the housing. It would be here. She just had to pick which one now.
Having a pup with her did mean that she would need a more permanent place than her wagon to reside though. Somewhere the pup would be safe, and not get into trouble. The wagon was no place for a pup, and as young as he was Amy couldn't have him walk with her, as much as she would like him to. Everything that could be secured out of reach had been, Kohaku firmly informed that if he left the small area Amy had declared safe for him to wander in there would be punishment. She expected him to follow. As dumb as he was he would certainly listen without questioning, especially when threatened.
Amy traveled east, moving through the barren lands that had echoed with her soul. Beauty and death. Power and silence. That was what she beheld. Plants that were so fresh in the land they were just breaking through. Some areas were recovered farther, with prey and the like, but Amy aimed for the places that were still injured. She traveled until she spotted a city on the horizon. The buildings were scorched completely. Pausing Amy reached out a hand, feeling the rough shape. Ashy, rough. There would be no treasures to recover here, the city burned bare.
Amy traveled further, letting the buildings rise around them. She wasn't done yet. She hadn't found the perfect place for them to settle yet. Somewhere peaceful and strong. A place that Amy could keep barricaded against the world and revel in her treasures. A place like the home she'd grown up in. The buildings began to grow thin again, and Amy slowed, looking with care among the housing. It would be here. She just had to pick which one now.