where the light gets in

Sparrow · 05-29-2012, 06:23 PM

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she hid around corners and she hid under bed
she killed it with kisses and from it she fled

Word Count → 379 :: She's not trespassing, just to tell anyone who reads this. xD She's just close enough to the borders for this to be in the Cercatori forum.

Sparrow shook her feet as she stepped out of the stream, the cold water easily flying off of her body. She hated getting wet, and wanted the liquid to get off of her now that it was no longer necessary. The scent of Inferni was now nearly washed clean from her, leaving her with a fresh, forestry musk, and despite her hate for water, she was glad that she was “in disguise”, knowing that she will pass off as a loner if anything else than a wandering soul. She slipped back on her necklace and bag, carefully placing both things carefully on her body. The reminder of the Boreas wolves hung heavy around her neck, as if it detected that the coywolf woman was surrounded by the species that sought to destroy her own kind, but the woman found comfort in the dagger that rested in her opened bag, ready to be drawn.

Lastly, she placed on her cloak, and covered her head with the hood, tugging on the sides of it to make she it covered her face, her slim muzzle only poking out, and started off. She had cleanse the rest of the clan’s scent near the city of Halifax, and for a couple of hours, walked southeast, though her feet traveled with purpose. Her nose remained pointed, scenting any wind that passed by her. It was not until a few hours later of walking did she detect a mixed scent of wolves and coast, and approached towards it more slowly. She stuck to the trees, weaving her way through rather tight places that others might have found it hard to navigate through; she was careful, ever so aware how easily she could be outran, and wanted to make it hard for any hostile enemies to follow her as she fled.

It was another thirty minutes until she reached the borders of the pack she had smelled, though she kept a good distance from where the scents were the most strongest, the marked part of their land that separated it from the wild woods. Sparrow found her slowly walking around the claimed territory, a mere ghost floating on the outside, and stopped when she thought she scented something off, and became as still as a shadow itself.

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