08-16-2008, 02:34 AM
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You'll just have to keep her awake, heheh~ ^=^
500+
She had been accepted into the lands called Dahlia de Mai.
Haku, however, had left immediately upon his approval, and she had remained at the boarders, watching his form disappear. The white orbs were uncertain still. Yes, she wanted to become a part of this pack. Yes, she was now accepted. But, now that she was, the black fae was uncertain about what had to be done next. Of course, as these thoughts occurred to her, Haku had already gone, and she remained silent, unwilling to bother the earthen-toned male anymore. It wasn’t as if she were new to solitude; her life had been spent on it.
Looking around, the woad-marked female began to take in the details of this new place. Should she wish to be successful in her new home, to hunt and aid in its defense, she must first become familiar with the lands, and Flanders Field was unique to her. The strange stones that marked the place of the dead were few in her homeland. Yet, she found the reclaiming of these stones by the local plants to be appealing.
Taking a deep breath Cwmfen nic Graine crossed the boarders—
Nothing.
She didn’t know exactly what she was expecting. Content with the emptiness, she took several more, her bright, white orbs crossing over the statue of the Virgin Marry. It was mesmerizing, but she was able to look away, only to find herself nose to nose with a tomb stone. Her nose barely touched the stone, but she sneezed with the suddenness of it. A light smile of amusement crossed her maw, finding the acquaintance fairly pathetic. Shaking her head, she moved on, occasionally lowering her barred maw to the leaves, as if speaking a greeting to the clinging plants.
Cwmfen wasn’t yet out of site of the boarders when she felt the full weight of her travel upon her. Her feather-light steps ceased as she permitted herself to yawn. A soft whine escaped as she completed the act, a pick tongue licking her maw thoughtfully. She would just rest here for the day; there was no reason to travel when she was so weary and would miss so many things. Looking about quickly, the black fae’s shining eyes found a place to retire—a nook between the roots of a tree. It wasn’t the best spot, but it’d have to do.
Having trotted lightheartedly to her found resting spot, she sniffed the place down, making sure it was a good spot—and it was. Marginally more than content, the black wolf sat herself down, turning about a few times before doing so. Quickly, she groomed herself with a soft pink tongue—first her shoulders, then her hips, then her thighs, and her paws last. As she completed the ritual, Cwmfen allowed herself to lay down and accept sleep. Her body became curled comfortably within the roots’ confines, but her head was set upon the root itself. She sighed deeply. It was comfortable indeed.
Heavy lids began to close shut the white orbs beneath...
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You'll just have to keep her awake, heheh~ ^=^
500+
She had been accepted into the lands called Dahlia de Mai.
Haku, however, had left immediately upon his approval, and she had remained at the boarders, watching his form disappear. The white orbs were uncertain still. Yes, she wanted to become a part of this pack. Yes, she was now accepted. But, now that she was, the black fae was uncertain about what had to be done next. Of course, as these thoughts occurred to her, Haku had already gone, and she remained silent, unwilling to bother the earthen-toned male anymore. It wasn’t as if she were new to solitude; her life had been spent on it.
Looking around, the woad-marked female began to take in the details of this new place. Should she wish to be successful in her new home, to hunt and aid in its defense, she must first become familiar with the lands, and Flanders Field was unique to her. The strange stones that marked the place of the dead were few in her homeland. Yet, she found the reclaiming of these stones by the local plants to be appealing.
Taking a deep breath Cwmfen nic Graine crossed the boarders—
Nothing.
She didn’t know exactly what she was expecting. Content with the emptiness, she took several more, her bright, white orbs crossing over the statue of the Virgin Marry. It was mesmerizing, but she was able to look away, only to find herself nose to nose with a tomb stone. Her nose barely touched the stone, but she sneezed with the suddenness of it. A light smile of amusement crossed her maw, finding the acquaintance fairly pathetic. Shaking her head, she moved on, occasionally lowering her barred maw to the leaves, as if speaking a greeting to the clinging plants.
Cwmfen wasn’t yet out of site of the boarders when she felt the full weight of her travel upon her. Her feather-light steps ceased as she permitted herself to yawn. A soft whine escaped as she completed the act, a pick tongue licking her maw thoughtfully. She would just rest here for the day; there was no reason to travel when she was so weary and would miss so many things. Looking about quickly, the black fae’s shining eyes found a place to retire—a nook between the roots of a tree. It wasn’t the best spot, but it’d have to do.
Having trotted lightheartedly to her found resting spot, she sniffed the place down, making sure it was a good spot—and it was. Marginally more than content, the black wolf sat herself down, turning about a few times before doing so. Quickly, she groomed herself with a soft pink tongue—first her shoulders, then her hips, then her thighs, and her paws last. As she completed the ritual, Cwmfen allowed herself to lay down and accept sleep. Her body became curled comfortably within the roots’ confines, but her head was set upon the root itself. She sighed deeply. It was comfortable indeed.
Heavy lids began to close shut the white orbs beneath...