Road to Awe

Soran Aatte · 09-30-2012, 10:21 PM

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she's quiet when she's down
strangers from other towns

nowhere to be found
on this side of the scene

Hello! Apologies for taking a little while to get a reply up!
WC: 618

The sable female had not been this far West for a long time, though she had not been in these lands for such a long time at all, staying with her old pack while she regained her strength, her injuries were healed and she had been able to return to her usual home; though she had gained four new scars right across her chest, but still she had her life and for a few tense days she had been unsure that she would even had that. So really every day that she had now was a blessing, it was a gift, it may never have happened, had it not been for her son, Flavian, then chances were it never would have done, he had found her when she had been dying and had taken her to her old pack, a safe place where they had healed her back to strength. Her chest wounds had been riddled with infection, she was so lucky that infection had not poisoned her blood; then she would not have been here to feel the ground under her paws or the soft breeze ruffling her dark fur. She walked at a fairly brisk pace, the speed of her feet matching her thoughts, her head was still whirling, Deuce was missing and she had no idea where the pale female had gone, her mate, her lover. She needed to know where the beautiful lady with the bi-coloured eyes had gone, so she was walking to the nearby packs to see if they had her among their ranks. The idea that Deuce might have left because Soran herself had gone missing had not been far from her mind, perhaps New Dawn had been to painful for her after the dark female's exit, perhaps she had gone to seek her somewhere else and found herself a new home? The ebony female could hope, she wanted more than anything for the pale female to be safe and happy to see her, for her to be back in her arms. She would trade anything at the moment for such a thing to happen.

So the ebony pelted female was walking Westwards, she knew that if Deuce had gone to any of the other packs then Zalen would have known, he knew Soran's ties with some of the other packs and would have informed her if Deuce had said she was leaving to search one of those. So her only hope was to go and search westwards. The sable female had heard others speak briefly of a pack, one which the intended to go and check now that the hurricane was over, the name began with an S, but she could not quite remember what it was. So she was walking in order to find this new pack, she skirted past the borders of one, making a mental note to perhaps visit it on the way back. Soon enough she caught the scent of a pack, she slowed as she approached the borders, coming to a stop at the invisible line of scent that marked where the claimed territory began. The sable female, in her four legged form, sat down and gazed about the lands, her jade eyes ever watchful, ever cautious, but also hoping for a glimpse of a familiar pale pelt. She tilted her head back, causing the two feathers attached to her fur on the left hand side of her face to flutter slightly in the breeze. She opened her dark maw carefully and let out a loud howl, a call of friendly greeting, asking for someone to come and meet her so that she might talk to them. Then she made herself comfortable and waited patiently.

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