OoC: Words: 400+
Haku-face! You has permission to take this in any direction. C:
Dated after Cer-Haku thread.
Night. The wintery sky was free of clouds, for once - the stars shone clearly down to sparkle on the frozen snow. Colibri Haki appreciated the solitude that darkness could offer, but the beauty of the icy reflections was not lost on her wondering eyes. Her bright blue gaze wandered the January landscape, the abandoned buildings of Berwick visible on the horizon. The place she was wandering, all collapsing wooden frames and dead vines, must have been a vineyard at one point, but had fallen into extreme disuse. The werewolf fondled a frozen tendril, considering nursing the grapes back to health when the land thawed. She shook her head, though - these were the tough wild variety. They wouldn't need any help returning from the grave. Besides, grapes held little interest to her - they were no danger whatsoever.
Letting her mind wander as she stepped aimlessly along, Coli thought of the women she had met so far. Firefly and Svara at the borders, then Cercelee; then, more recently, Mew Sadira and Alexey Koios. They were all so different from each other - it fascinated the shy werewolf, meeting these new people. Firefly terrified her, of course, but she longed to meet her new brothers, to play some part in their lives as a big sister. In a pack setting, would they have a better chance at growing up normally? Would their packmates all step in to impart morals, to keep them grounded as regular wolves? She knew she was Haku's best-kept secret, but now that she was here, she could protect her newborn siblings from the abuse she had suffered, and be the buffer between the Lilium and Rosea.
"...And that's about all I can hope for," she murmured sadly, settling down gracefully onto a flat boulder at the border of the vineyard. Her thin Optime coat did little to protect her from the chill night air, but she resisted the urge to shiver. Being thrust into the machinations of a large family-oriented pack was disorienting, to say the least. She couldn't curb her cowardice. She belonged at the bottom of this pack, where they could all look down on her, and treat her like the worthless, sniveling, gardener she was. If it was just her and Cercelee, like the golden days of her childhood... Maybe then she could start to heal, start to regain her strength. Under all the critical eyes of her new 'comrades', though... and constantly avoiding the fleeting scent and looming cabin of the man she wanted nothing more to do with... it was hard to find any courage at all.
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