10-19-2012, 08:01 PM
509 words
Since finding herself settled into Anathema territory, the young one had decided to fill her room with more of her precious trinkets, and more and more did it feel like home. Blessed be, Anathema was a key choice, it was home most honestly. It was one of the better days to be honest, and today the Tradition-Keeper found herself with an aspiration to leave the pack for some time, on her own with Sabre. The black and white horse was close to being completely used to the young Lykoi. After all, it wasn't much of a job to carry her, she weighed so little compared to the Trader he had before. So whole-heartedly the horse obliged. Not that he had much choice. With Zayden's help, Elody was able to take him towards the City. The green-eyed youth felt brighter and full of more energy. She needed herbs and things, things to help her studies. The foot-falls from the horse became her rhythm, and more and more did she enjoy this day.
And that was rare.
With the previous confusion over Itzal and the emergence of something akin to feelings for Zayden, the Lykoi had been in limbo for days. But the sunshine, the orange and gold leaves gave her something pretty to look at. It perhaps gave her a much brighter aura, and the magic of the world was giving her some form of healing.
She reached the city, green eyes glancing down the streets, ears tall, not roving around for many sounds. There was not many at all. She seemed alone, high atop her horse, looking stellar and innocent, large green eyes wide. Usually the city was busier than this, at least to her knowledge. The thin hybrid wasn't accustomed to complete silence at all. Even with her practice of distancing herself from the faces of Anathema, she always had heard things happening. Holding tightly to Sabre's mane, the youth came up the next street. There was one individual, hard to miss. His hair was like flames, not hard to miss with a single glance. A handpaw rose to hail him, swinging herself off her horse. What he cradled in his arms interested the lithe girl, and leading Sabre by the reins, Ellie made her way to the man.
He was older than her and had a mixed-look about him. His fur was a mix of many exotic tones, at least to her eyes. His eyes matched his face, which gleaned a long ruddy stripe up his muzzle. He could have caught her studying him, so she glanced away, only to see a familiar mark. Situated on his shoulder was a star, bloody-red. She could have sworn she had seen it before. Before she could murmur a word of question about it, her mind returned to Inferni. She had met a half-sibling with the same tattoo, Helotes his name was...Her maw opened in a question, You-- She smiled, pointing to the tattoo What is that? Large ears pointed back, Elody stood wondering, standing mere feet away with Sabre.
Since finding herself settled into Anathema territory, the young one had decided to fill her room with more of her precious trinkets, and more and more did it feel like home. Blessed be, Anathema was a key choice, it was home most honestly. It was one of the better days to be honest, and today the Tradition-Keeper found herself with an aspiration to leave the pack for some time, on her own with Sabre. The black and white horse was close to being completely used to the young Lykoi. After all, it wasn't much of a job to carry her, she weighed so little compared to the Trader he had before. So whole-heartedly the horse obliged. Not that he had much choice. With Zayden's help, Elody was able to take him towards the City. The green-eyed youth felt brighter and full of more energy. She needed herbs and things, things to help her studies. The foot-falls from the horse became her rhythm, and more and more did she enjoy this day.
And that was rare.
With the previous confusion over Itzal and the emergence of something akin to feelings for Zayden, the Lykoi had been in limbo for days. But the sunshine, the orange and gold leaves gave her something pretty to look at. It perhaps gave her a much brighter aura, and the magic of the world was giving her some form of healing.
She reached the city, green eyes glancing down the streets, ears tall, not roving around for many sounds. There was not many at all. She seemed alone, high atop her horse, looking stellar and innocent, large green eyes wide. Usually the city was busier than this, at least to her knowledge. The thin hybrid wasn't accustomed to complete silence at all. Even with her practice of distancing herself from the faces of Anathema, she always had heard things happening. Holding tightly to Sabre's mane, the youth came up the next street. There was one individual, hard to miss. His hair was like flames, not hard to miss with a single glance. A handpaw rose to hail him, swinging herself off her horse. What he cradled in his arms interested the lithe girl, and leading Sabre by the reins, Ellie made her way to the man.
He was older than her and had a mixed-look about him. His fur was a mix of many exotic tones, at least to her eyes. His eyes matched his face, which gleaned a long ruddy stripe up his muzzle. He could have caught her studying him, so she glanced away, only to see a familiar mark. Situated on his shoulder was a star, bloody-red. She could have sworn she had seen it before. Before she could murmur a word of question about it, her mind returned to Inferni. She had met a half-sibling with the same tattoo, Helotes his name was...Her maw opened in a question, You-- She smiled, pointing to the tattoo What is that? Large ears pointed back, Elody stood wondering, standing mere feet away with Sabre.