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Cwmfen was enjoying the sunless day. The world was dulled but its song sang for her as it never did when the sun shone. The woad warrior was lying in the grass and had taken on her luperci form to practice some martial techniques. But, just as every day, once she had finished, she had put her weapons away. And today, because the day was beautiful, she lay watching the grey heavens that drifted lazily overhead. The birds sang occasionally, and it was a bright day in her life of much darkness. She created that darkness herself very often, but it was not a darkness that one might suspect. This female did not wallow in self pity or drama, nor did she find such things desirable. It was a different darkness, one of solitude. And her tenebrous mind did not seek chaos or destruction, but a strange serenity instead. The warrior now closed her eyes and delved into that darkness once more.
Perhaps it was unhealthy for a pack wolf to remain so alone, but she loved it so. And yet she loved the company sometimes. Some would question, perhaps, why she had even joined the pack if she felt that way. Why not simply remain as a loner? But there was something about the pack that seemed right to her—perhaps it was her basic lupine instincts. She could not leave, and she could not deny that she loved Dahlia de Mai as she loved her solitude. It was a strange game that she played, but she was no ordinary creature. Her eyes had been closed, for she had been listening to the world’s song coincide with her own. But now, with a sigh, she rose upon on her elbows. Perhaps she should visit another today. She had not seen several of the newcomers before—Colibri, Kol, Alexey, and Elliot, and she had heard that Deuce had joined their ranks. She had met none of them, though she may have heard of them. But today, she did not think to meet them yet. Her mind went to the male who had smelled of Mew—Lubomir, she remembered. Perhaps she would meet him.
The luperci rose, and she walked in the direction of the library. She had scented him often as she passed the place, and she supposed that he would be there now. She wondered what the male would be doing there. (It never crossed her mind that he would be there to read or to fix the place up, for she herself could not read and so she never made such speculations.) While the black fae would have normally changed to the lupus form with which she was more comfortable, she decided to remain as a luperci. Her reasoning was that she might have to deal with the human edifice she so much disliked, and her current form was best suited for such tasks.
The woad warrior found the male’s scent in Berwick, however, and so she changed her course to follow this new trail. Behind her, she heard a call, and upon turning she found that the one-eyed Raven had found her once more. Without thinking, she reached up with her arm, and the pied bird landed upon it as if called. Cwmfen stepped back with the sudden weight, but once she had become accustom to it, she stroked it with a wry smile. She could not deny the bird—to do so would be to deny herself. Yet somehow she felt that one day it would come to such measures, and she wondered what would happen then. Perhaps she would go mad. With a sigh, she continued on, and the Raven clicked its satisfaction.
The woad-marked warrior found the shed ahead. At first, she thought that she might have strayed from her course, but then she heard someone moving inside. Her gait slowed, and she approached cautiously. She herself did not know why she was exercising such caution—she knew who was in there for the scent that drifted strongly to her olfactory senses. As she reached the door, she peered into the hazy darkness with curious white orbs. Her free hand reached to find the door frame. The Raven shifted, partially opening his wings to keep his balance as she peeked beyond the door. "Lubomir?" the silver toned melody called quietly, and she took a step into the small, human building.
700+
Cwmfen was enjoying the sunless day. The world was dulled but its song sang for her as it never did when the sun shone. The woad warrior was lying in the grass and had taken on her luperci form to practice some martial techniques. But, just as every day, once she had finished, she had put her weapons away. And today, because the day was beautiful, she lay watching the grey heavens that drifted lazily overhead. The birds sang occasionally, and it was a bright day in her life of much darkness. She created that darkness herself very often, but it was not a darkness that one might suspect. This female did not wallow in self pity or drama, nor did she find such things desirable. It was a different darkness, one of solitude. And her tenebrous mind did not seek chaos or destruction, but a strange serenity instead. The warrior now closed her eyes and delved into that darkness once more.
Perhaps it was unhealthy for a pack wolf to remain so alone, but she loved it so. And yet she loved the company sometimes. Some would question, perhaps, why she had even joined the pack if she felt that way. Why not simply remain as a loner? But there was something about the pack that seemed right to her—perhaps it was her basic lupine instincts. She could not leave, and she could not deny that she loved Dahlia de Mai as she loved her solitude. It was a strange game that she played, but she was no ordinary creature. Her eyes had been closed, for she had been listening to the world’s song coincide with her own. But now, with a sigh, she rose upon on her elbows. Perhaps she should visit another today. She had not seen several of the newcomers before—Colibri, Kol, Alexey, and Elliot, and she had heard that Deuce had joined their ranks. She had met none of them, though she may have heard of them. But today, she did not think to meet them yet. Her mind went to the male who had smelled of Mew—Lubomir, she remembered. Perhaps she would meet him.
The luperci rose, and she walked in the direction of the library. She had scented him often as she passed the place, and she supposed that he would be there now. She wondered what the male would be doing there. (It never crossed her mind that he would be there to read or to fix the place up, for she herself could not read and so she never made such speculations.) While the black fae would have normally changed to the lupus form with which she was more comfortable, she decided to remain as a luperci. Her reasoning was that she might have to deal with the human edifice she so much disliked, and her current form was best suited for such tasks.
The woad warrior found the male’s scent in Berwick, however, and so she changed her course to follow this new trail. Behind her, she heard a call, and upon turning she found that the one-eyed Raven had found her once more. Without thinking, she reached up with her arm, and the pied bird landed upon it as if called. Cwmfen stepped back with the sudden weight, but once she had become accustom to it, she stroked it with a wry smile. She could not deny the bird—to do so would be to deny herself. Yet somehow she felt that one day it would come to such measures, and she wondered what would happen then. Perhaps she would go mad. With a sigh, she continued on, and the Raven clicked its satisfaction.
The woad-marked warrior found the shed ahead. At first, she thought that she might have strayed from her course, but then she heard someone moving inside. Her gait slowed, and she approached cautiously. She herself did not know why she was exercising such caution—she knew who was in there for the scent that drifted strongly to her olfactory senses. As she reached the door, she peered into the hazy darkness with curious white orbs. Her free hand reached to find the door frame. The Raven shifted, partially opening his wings to keep his balance as she peeked beyond the door. "Lubomir?" the silver toned melody called quietly, and she took a step into the small, human building.