WC :: 811 :: Northern part of New Dawn, the woodlands close to the little lake on the map. Drin is still in optime. Bruises are now yellow where they remain. Sea green right eye is flecked with blood, and left gold eye flecked with sea green, is now blood free. All bandages are gone except for the ones wrapped tightly around her ribs.
Palaydrian had slipped away from the den in the early morning, leaving Jiva with a sweet kiss on the side of his sleeping cheek. The young woman had also left him a message with the words and letters he had taught her to write. Written on a scrap of parchment her words read, “Don’t worry, went to my secret spot. I’ll be back later. Yours.” The golden angel had gotten up just as the sun was rising, a nightmare had kept sleep at bay earlier and she had been staring at the den roof for hours. Once the pale fingers of sunlight began creeping into the communal cave, she had gotten up, grabbed her deerskin bag, and made her way into the bird song woods hugging her home. She needed to get away for a little bit. Being in such close proximity to Jiva and being in heat was becoming difficult again. She wanted him every waking second, but struggled to keep her self control and today she just wanted to relax instead of worrying whether or not she’d be coming on to him or asking him too much.
Drin’s movements were swift and almost silent through the woodlands. Being forced to stay in her two legged form was proving to be not as bad as she thought it would be. She was growing more accustomed to using this form, and she was able to adapt her normal lupine graces into her Optime. The woman was growing stronger from the attack, evident from the gradual growth of muscles underneath her fur, and the raw power she felt in her arms and legs. Drin was moving on from the horror of her day underneath Aram, regaining the confidence she had lost when his knife entered her skin. The small nicks and cuts he’d left behind were all but pink lines on her arms and legs now. The abomination he’d left on her inner thigh was finally un-poulticed and able to gasp in fresh air, but Drin kept her eyes away from the ugly mark, a deep red of mangled skin, but her nightly application of aloe was helping it heal. The bite marks on the subord’s neck had turned a dark purple hue, but they were healing and un-bandaged as well.
The girl’s long strides brought her to her destination by late morning. This was her little secret within New Dawn, a garden she had been tending and building ever since she had been accepted into the ranks. She grew roses, wildflowers, butterfly bushes, herbs she had found, and berry bushes and tree saplings she had come upon on her travels. Each bit of earth was carried carefully in her deerskin bag and much like a pup, nurtured through the transplant shock of new soil until they thrived on their own. A few of her saplings had twine tied to sturdy sticks Drin had poked in the ground so the plant would grow upward instead of droop down. 5 in total had this extra bit of help, but she realized with a smile that one more week of this and they’d no longer need their training wheels.
Here the girl felt alive and vibrant. Surrounded by her multitude of flowers and the passing hummingbirds and butterflies that had been attracted by the sweet smells. She had put a lot of work into the place, and had found a few random human items that had aided in digging, measuring out plots, and building a ragtag fence made of different types of trees around the perimeter of her garden. She built it to keep out the rabbits and other critters from eating her herbs, and had used a bale of strange wire she had found in one of the dilapidated buildings to reinforce the fence bottom. The garden as truly coming along, the windchime Jiva had given her, hung on a branch of one of the trees sitting at the perimeter of her secret spot and she had collected river rocks to create pathways and order within. She wouldn’t be hefting around any large things anytime soon, but the girl had wanted to get away for a little bit and see that her plants were getting enough water.
Using a large bowl she had found, Drin carried water to and from the nearby stream and was walking up and down the rows of herbs, watering as she went. She made 12 trips in total as morning greeted afternoon and eventually sat back on a moss covered boulder overlooking her garden, leather bag full of small clippings from her various herbs. Drin absentmindedly chewed on a few mints leaves as she listened to her windchime jangle in the breeze. Though a few days ago her body had been riddled with cuts and bruises, Palay felt very happy to be alive.
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