04-06-2009, 05:04 PM
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Here you go! Set near Halifax And do you want Cwmfen to be shifted or unshifted? She’s mostly healed from her fight with Hybrid, so she is able to shift back down, ^=^
500+
She had waited long enough to pursue this matter. Truly, the warrior should have begun her search immediately after Kol Stormbringer and Alexey Koios had come to her, and she knew it. She knew it and new the flaw in herself, believing that the wounds should not have held her back. But the fae knew that she should be patient, should wait until she were physically ready so that she may be able to handle that male. Her encounter with the perpetrator had shown to her that while he had been cordial, he could be just as dangerous. And the woad marked fae was almost reluctant to admit, even to herself, that that strange creature that the grey male had become intrigued her greatly, more than she would have liked. But if that creature was going to attack her members, then she would not be able to tolerate it, to be able to approach it with her curiosity. The male would have to be reprimanded in whatever way, and the warrior was not sure what she would decide. Perhaps the situation would allow her to decide more appropriately.
As usual, the female traveled lightly, silently. Her movements were as quick as they had ever been. The stiffness in her body now was due only to the long awaited shift several days prior which had agitated her recently healed wounds. She had observed the wound in a pool recently, having spent a great deal to twist about to be able to see it. And it was noticeable, more so than she would have liked. But beauty did not trouble the female much—she did not think that she had ever held such qualities. And even this scar, however noticeable, could make it no worse. At best, the scar would be notable to her profession, and that she had fought and would live to fight again. And the scar was hardly felt as she moved through the trees with that silent grace, the white orbs shifting in the dim light.
The day had been warmer than those prior, and it was a sign that spring would arrive soon. She could smell it in the air—the life. Could hear it singing to her, just as the wind did. And though she recognized the displeasure in her heart from Brennt’s attack upon Kol, she could not help but feel at ease in this world. The woad bound maw lifted once as she scented the air, searching for the male. And then she was moving again, traveling. Occasionally, she’d find a smell that reminded her of him, and perhaps it was his scent. But the trace would be too old and she would continue. But now she stopped again, her graceful form a part of the natural beauty of the woods. Looking about, she found herself nearing Halifax, and her thoughts timidly found Bane. But she would not see him today.... Brennt’s sent lingered here. It was stronger now. Satisfied, the female continued, ready for whatever may happen. As a warrior, that was the least one could expect of her. "Brennt," the alto melody called, and that soft, golden sound held no anger as it danced upon the air. The warrior had felt that great anger was almost impossible, for she had not felt it even after that coyote had attacked her. Raising her voice, she called again. "Brennt, we have to talk." His scent was strong now, surrounding her.
Here you go! Set near Halifax And do you want Cwmfen to be shifted or unshifted? She’s mostly healed from her fight with Hybrid, so she is able to shift back down, ^=^
500+
She had waited long enough to pursue this matter. Truly, the warrior should have begun her search immediately after Kol Stormbringer and Alexey Koios had come to her, and she knew it. She knew it and new the flaw in herself, believing that the wounds should not have held her back. But the fae knew that she should be patient, should wait until she were physically ready so that she may be able to handle that male. Her encounter with the perpetrator had shown to her that while he had been cordial, he could be just as dangerous. And the woad marked fae was almost reluctant to admit, even to herself, that that strange creature that the grey male had become intrigued her greatly, more than she would have liked. But if that creature was going to attack her members, then she would not be able to tolerate it, to be able to approach it with her curiosity. The male would have to be reprimanded in whatever way, and the warrior was not sure what she would decide. Perhaps the situation would allow her to decide more appropriately.
As usual, the female traveled lightly, silently. Her movements were as quick as they had ever been. The stiffness in her body now was due only to the long awaited shift several days prior which had agitated her recently healed wounds. She had observed the wound in a pool recently, having spent a great deal to twist about to be able to see it. And it was noticeable, more so than she would have liked. But beauty did not trouble the female much—she did not think that she had ever held such qualities. And even this scar, however noticeable, could make it no worse. At best, the scar would be notable to her profession, and that she had fought and would live to fight again. And the scar was hardly felt as she moved through the trees with that silent grace, the white orbs shifting in the dim light.
The day had been warmer than those prior, and it was a sign that spring would arrive soon. She could smell it in the air—the life. Could hear it singing to her, just as the wind did. And though she recognized the displeasure in her heart from Brennt’s attack upon Kol, she could not help but feel at ease in this world. The woad bound maw lifted once as she scented the air, searching for the male. And then she was moving again, traveling. Occasionally, she’d find a smell that reminded her of him, and perhaps it was his scent. But the trace would be too old and she would continue. But now she stopped again, her graceful form a part of the natural beauty of the woods. Looking about, she found herself nearing Halifax, and her thoughts timidly found Bane. But she would not see him today.... Brennt’s sent lingered here. It was stronger now. Satisfied, the female continued, ready for whatever may happen. As a warrior, that was the least one could expect of her. "Brennt," the alto melody called, and that soft, golden sound held no anger as it danced upon the air. The warrior had felt that great anger was almost impossible, for she had not felt it even after that coyote had attacked her. Raising her voice, she called again. "Brennt, we have to talk." His scent was strong now, surrounding her.