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Set... Oh, let's say July 1, 2012. Sound good? Mid evening, around 6pm in an alley of The Big Easy. Apologies for the judicious use of power play, but I figured it was necessary to some degree to set the scene. I can change things if you like. :3
The woman drew the hood of her cloak nearer about her face, the rough charcoal fabric masking the majority of her mostly pristine-white belly fur. A man walked ahead of her, but it was clear from the way she moved, flitting from shadow to shadow, that she was not following him at his behest. As far as she knew, he was unaware of her presence, and for now... Well, for now that would do.
He paused in a patch of light and again she studied his features, looking for any sign of herself in him. His pelt was red, but that didn't mean much. She could perhaps see hints of similarity in their faces, though her muzzle was broader, like her mother's. More wolfish. His ears had a natural break, as did hers. And the eyes. She had one eye that was Hanna's, the black wolf had said, and one that was as beetle-black as her father's. What light reflected in the man's eyes was just that, reflected, but she could see nothing that hinted at a lighter color.
But as much as she wanted to scorn him, wanted to protest that he could not be her father, not possibly, all the features matched this man to be one Jacquez Trouillefou, the final piece in the puzzle the arm the man had lost. The man she had hunted for nearly two years, not for blood; she simply wished to speak to him, if not to forge the father-daughter relationship with him. She didn't know what to expect, which scared her, but here she was. Miles from home, with nobody at her back.
She had ridden Fuerte generally north, first, after she left 'Souls, hugging the coast. Her mother had said Jacquez came on a ship, perhaps at some juncture he had acquired another. When three days' travel north yielded nothing, she turned south, stopping at Freetown to get information. The line of hearsay had led her here, apparently to the x that marked the spot. She had only to dig up the gold.
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