[A] [W]ay To Help.

Soran Aatte · 10-04-2012, 04:08 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, everyone and anyone welcome, Soran needs to get to know some people! Set forward to the 5th of October.
WC: 503

It was pre-dawn, the light seeming grey and cold as the lands began to awaken. The birds that had survived the storm seemed to be returning to the lands, their cheerful singing filling the air, signifying that the morning would soon be upon them. The grass was glittering with dew. Soran had already been awake for at least an hour, she had arrived home late last night and had padded into the den silently, curling in the space that her and Deuce had used to share. She had not slept well, her dreams attacking her over and over again, nightmares about it being all of her fault that Deuce was missing, images of the pale female being injured or finding herself lost over and over again. She had been having nightmares ever since she had found out that Deuce was missing and so she was once again lasting on almost no sleep, not that that was something that she was not used to, she often slept for only a couple of hours a night. The ebony pelted female stretched as the cold breeze rustled through her fur as she stepped out of the den, giving a slight yawn as she did so. Jade eyes scanned the land and a small smile played on the sable female's lips as she noticed what an excellent job her pack mates had done with clearing the lands of debris after the hurricane; had she still been the Beta of the pack then she might have praised them, as a subordinate she still might, they really had done an excellent job. With the exception of one small area in the lands that Soran had noticed the night previously.

With surprising grace for a female of her age the dark lady padded to the area that she had wandered past last night on her way back to the den. Here the trees branches had been broken and scattered across the grass beneath. Twigs and sharp pieces of wood littered the ground, some of the trees here still had limbs hanging from them, half broken but not quite free of the trunk, a couple of them were completely snapped in two. The sable female looked around and decided on a course of action, helping clear the pack lands would alleviate some of her guilt, at least she hoped as much. The four legged lady stretched once more and begun the shift into her bipedal form. Her legs lengthened and moved so that she could stand on just her hind ones, the sound of bones creaking accompanied this. Paws became hands and feet and a long, curled mane fell down her back, almost to her elbows. She smiled as she looked down at herself before marching towards the small patch of destruction with what seemed to be a renewed sense of purpose. Her plan was to pile all of the wood together and then think of a good use for it. Soon enough she was lost in her work, completely absorbed.

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