Woot! One year, and what an awesome year it has been.
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Kiara stood upon the mountain's base, looking over the valley that she once knew so well. The forest behind her and the fields before her, reminding her of the pack that was long gone. Ichika no Ho-en, a pack of peace and strange beauty. One year ago, Kiara had stood upon the land and gazed at the fresh fall flowers that marked the boarders. She had arrived to Ichika after spending several months on her own and found that the luperci of legend were more real than she could have ever imagined. Back then, she had been nothing more than a wide-eyed yearling who yearned to see the world. Back then she had been untouched by the human ways of the luperci and knew nothing of there way. Even now the uninfected female could not fathom all of the strangeness around her. She couldn't understand the things luperci did and knew little of the things they created or fixed.
Closing her eyes, Kiara inhaled the scent of the valley, remembering that day one year ago. She could almost feel her puppy like joy and curiosity, almost remember what Ichika smelled like and what her homeland was like. Opening her eyes, Kiara looked around and smiled. In just one year she had become a mother, scarred by Amy's hands, learned to love and loose, and learned of her immunity to the luperci virus. So much had transpired in just one year, both good and bad.
Turning away from her old home, Kiara began to meander through the mountains. Her mind traveled back in time, to the faces she once knew so well. Without realizing it, she had turned south and began to head towards Inferni. The white female stopped at the mountains' peak. Behind her lay the less dense forest that still held the scars from the fire many years ago. Before and below her lay the dense forests that covered the mountain's southern face. Looking out, Kiara envisioned that she could see Inferni and the sea beyond it. Her thought's turned to Vesper, wondering how her old friend was doing. Sitting down again, Kiara let the gentle wind play with her fur as she stared out at the vast expanse before her, reminiscing and remembering.
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