In the arms of Safety.

Fayne · 06-27-2012, 11:07 PM

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OOC: Back dated to a few days or so after the second Amy attack. It'd be cool if Noah came, she's still a bit rattled. Also figured they could use some other threads together. / +581

Her last encounter with the blond monster had left her with a firm impression. She know knew that she couldn't go any longer without knowing how to fight and she now knew for sure that she would have to be in Optime form to become strong enough to face Amy. The determination within the young silver wolf was unrivaled, a burning desire to put Amy in her place and stop her from further hurting Kohaku or any others in her path welled inside. Frustration was also present as well as anger, shame, and the everlasting fear for her one enemy. All of the emotions were overwhelming her, stirring around inside and causing chaos. At least now, she was no longer confused or hesitant to use the two-legged form that she despised so much, until now. Even so, she was still shy to be in that form feeling open to the world and not wanting anyone to see her like this like she was some sort of monster, even if most of her pack mates and her mate were all Luperci who would never become so bloodthirsty and power hungry.

Fayne had been spending a considerable amount of time in the den with her loved ones. There, she knew she was safe while her minor injuries healed up. She was still a bit uneasy about the second attack, if Amy was lurking the borders who knew if she'd attempt to come inside. The whole situation had left her frightened. But curiosity filled her to shift, the urge to do so becoming increasingly stronger as the days past since her last shift. Not able to sit there and wait any longer, she made her way to her beloved meadow where the scenery and the atmosphere lifted her spirits. Once there, she stood in the middle of it all, the low sun beating down on her mercury pelt. Looking up to the rainbow sky she began her shift. Still, the two-legged form came slower than most but with time the time it took to shift would decrease. Practice makes perfect. Bones elongated and twisted under her thick fur, paws turned into hands and feet while her back arched and lengthened. The audible crackle and snapping of bones startled a nearby rabbit sending it darting off through the tall brush. Her ears perked and changing face turned alertly to see if it may be one of her pack mates, hair growing and falling in her eyes and over her shoulders.

Soon, she was standing on two feet looking over the meadow. The tall grass and flowers no longer limited her vision, instead the tears were in the way now. Flashbacks of Drosnav standing over her grandfather with a claw raised. A couple moments later, blood splattered the the white snow of the North. Her eyes clenched shut and she sat herself down curling up into a ball as the flashbacks continued. Once they were finished, she was able to wipe away her tears though the evidence of them remained. Not wanting anyone to see her in such a weak state, she padded over to the stream and waded in it, thigh deep. Hands came down to cup some of the cold water and splash her face so the puffiness would go down. Sniffles continued until the icky boogers were gone. She remained standing in the river looking around at the beautiful place, eyes flicking to the side to catch a small fish swimming by. Fayne gave a sigh and waded to the shore, sitting down with her feet in the water, simply thinking over all that could be done with these hands. She wished someone would come, and by someone she meant Noah. In hopes of drawing his attention she through her head back and released a yearning howl.

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