01-30-2009, 03:06 PM
OOC: *pounceglomps*
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She'd remembered it being quiet, but perhaps not quite as much as it seemed to be today. It was mid morning, an eerie thick fog hanging over the graves in the cemetery. The Stormbringer moved like a ghost between the headstones, looking very much like the mythological black shuck incarnate. Her body weaved tiredly through the maze of stone, headed for the house she'd claimed when she'd first been accepted into Dahlia. The journey hadn't taken long, though it seemed like an eternity with the fatigue that coursed through her muscles. Quite honestly, all she wanted to do at the moment was drag her carass into her bedroom and collapse.[/html]
As Kol moved through her doorway, she took a moment to stop and just catch her breath. A soft smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she realized everything seemed exactly as she'd left it, and the only strong scents around the building were those of herself and the one friend she trusted most in the world. What confused her, however, was just how much stronger Lexey's scent was than her own faded one, which made it seem as though the other girl hadn't simply come looking for Kol a few times and given up. Curiosity putting a bit more energy into her steps, the dark shewolf shrugged the pack she carried farther up onto her canine shoulders and pressed deeper inside, heading for the back bedroom.