'cause all my credentials were lies

Harrow D'Angelo · 07-17-2012, 07:53 PM

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Word Count :: 615 Rushed nonsense post ^^;

Memories flickered through the girls mind one after another as she lay on the bed Hael had made her. Life was boring, simplistic, easy even. All she had to do was get up, show her face a little, work on the maps and then sleep some more; no one bothered her, she had her own space, her own work that she enjoyed and when the mood struck her she had the company of Hael to draw her out of her own self imposed solitude. Happiness though was apparently not what she had, for the thoughts of the past, her family, her friends.... they haunted her. Often she wished she could scribble them onto paper and deflagrate them to shrug of the remind of what she'd left behind, which was practically everything including her name.

Going under an alias wasn't new to her exactly, having grown up where secrecy and lies walked hand and hand to the point they were seen as the norm, taking only her true name when safely within the borders. Now every breath she took was a lie, to her pack that she barely knew, to Hael who she wished she could tell everything to but feared loosing him from the lies that kept piling up. Even if she wanted to return she had left the pack, had betrayed and fled in the face of danger and proven herself useless, there was no going back really. No redeeming herself. Maybe if she kept telling herself that she couldn't return then she may actually believe as such eventually. Maybe then she would stop longing for the family she cast aside in the spare of the moment.

Sighing she pushed herself off the bed, playing with her fur and hair quickly to make herself as presentable as possible before she left her grass covered house, gaining a curious look of Omi and Hael; the brindle male was outside the front door attempting to de-grime the lynx. Raising onto two and four legs Hael fell in beside the midnight girl with Omitl trailing silently behind the pair. Picking up her bag of mixed goods she reached in and pulled free a stick of black and paper, doodling down and making little marks and notes as she traipsed through the territory, crossing that of a foreigners scent as well as a pack members. Frowning she paused her work before absent mindedly deciding to follow behind them, shooting a questioning look towards Hael as she began to stalk, all the while continuing her work in the direction they were heading in as well as seeing as to why a foreign smelling canine was in the pack lands.

The woman of the pack she followed was brightly coloured, vibrant and upbeat, appearing from a distance to be acting overly friendly to impress her male companion. Typical. Women everywhere were weak creatures, unable to do anything on their own without hiding behind a male; even she in her dislike knew she was no better, being sheltered so often by Hael.

Lurking in the darker trails the women and her companion stopped off at the worn stables, a stunning little mare being led out and offered over to the male. It occurred to her the women seemed to be giving the horse away; for what and why she didn't know. Emerging she closed in on them hesitantly, frowning a fraction more as the golden women spotted her and smiled. “Hey, you're the little map drawer aren't you? And her.... brother? Levent, you mentioned you had art goods to trade didn't you?” opening her mouth she clicked ivory teeth shut, glaring slightly towards the golden women but otherwise saying nothing more.

Photo courtesy of Khevyel

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