Cover From the Storm

Vesper · 09-30-2012, 08:31 PM

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Vesper is by Sie!

(400) Ves is all maternal and junk, whaaat? Also powerplayed them walking to the caves so they'd have a quieter/drier place to talk; lemme know if that's not cool! Smile

The pale coyote nodded graciously and began to slink toward her on her arms and legs, pressed close to the wet earth as the storm raged around them. It reminded the Centurion of Zalen for a moment, but she didn’t question the odd posture; it would be odd to stand upright in Optime with the winds threatening to topple even the trees over. She waited until the young female was near before daring to move again, her good ear managing to hear the whimpers even over the constant patter of the rain. She frowned for a moment, hesitating, then reached out to nudge the girl reassuringly behind the ear. Her scent under the wet fur marked her as an Anatheman, and as something else, too, but she didn’t care right now.

Drawing back, Vesper looked out at the territory then trotted in the direction of the Grimwell Caverns. Had she been more Luperci than not, she might’ve taken the girl to the D’Neville Mansion instead, but the place didn’t seem safe to her even after the repairs done to it; old buildings frightened her, especially in weather like this. Even though many of the caves had flooded, she believed that there would be some protected from the rain and far enough away from the underground river to remain dry and far sturdier than old wood. She was also sure that the girl, being from Anathema, would find the caves a more comforting place to dwell anyway.

Once they reached the caves, Vesper was quick to nudge the coyote into the mouth of an unoccupied done. She stepped inside shortly afterward, padding a polite distance away before shaking herself, trembling from the cold wetness seeping into her thin fur. After she’d shaken off most of the moisture, she glanced at the outsider. “As the subleader, I give you permission to stay here for as long as the storm lasts,” she stated, taking a seat. “If anyone has a problem with that, tell them to take it up with the Centurion.” She doubted that anyone would care, especially as there were other extreme matters at hand, but she’d be happy to tear up anyone who did.

Once these formalities were out of the way, the scarred tawny coywolf huffed and dropped down to sprawl out on her stomach, exhausted from the trek through the hurricane. “Anyway, what’s your name, kid? I’m Vesper.”

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