04-22-2009, 10:11 AM
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| Out of Character WOOT GO DAHLIA WE ROCK! XD Word Count: 886 In Character It had been early afternoon when she'd awakened from her gentle nap. A few weeks had passed since that terrible fight with the child-eater, and Kol's wounds had been healing nicely. Of course, that was mostly because of all the resting she had done, despite her frustration and desire to be useful. Her recovery had begun in her own bed inside her little house by the cemetery, but a few days after she'd voluntarily moved to the treehouse Elliott had made with his own two lupine hands. He had insisted she stay with him, at least while she healed, in order for him to better play nursemaid to her battered form. Of course, Kol would never admit that her inner answer had come without hesitation, regardless of the feigned argument and reluctant consent she'd appeared to have given him. The truth was that Kol wanted to be near the male, along with desiring to be away from her house for a little while. Over the course of the past month, perhaps longer, something had seemed to have developed between the charcoal woman's best friend and her crimson-hued brother, and Kol couldn't help but be happy and excited for the both of them. As much as she teased and chided Drey about his fast and loose ways of his adolescence, she knew deep down that if he truly was developing feelings for Lexey, that there would be no other to cloud her image in his eyes. He was a playboy in his youth, but a few midnight conversations had firmly solidified his sister's confidence that his growing affection for Alexey was both absolute and exclusive. Kol had always known that loyalty and devotion was inside her brother, it just took the right woman to bring it out. Now that the two had seemed to be growing more comfortable with whatever was developing between them, the last thing they needed was a recovering Kol to be in their way. Besides, if things between her and Elliott kept progressing the way they were, Kol believed she may honestly decide to let her brother and Lexey take over the house for good. The Stormbringer had risen from her midday nap feeling a bit better than she had in days, and she couldn't help the smile that creased her lips at the sight of Elliott still dozing away beside her. For awhile, she'd simply stayed there, lying beside him in her fully shifted form, watching his chest rise and fall as he lost himself in his dreams. However, when he showed no signs of wanted to awaken himself, Kol decided that it was time to stretch her muscles and take in the fading daylight. Well aware that the male would probably be concerned at her absence when he woke (she was well aware of her former habit's effects on him), the dark girl took the time to scribble a brief note and shove it on a nail on a post near the ladder. As she did so, it crossed her mind that she had never asked Elliott whether her could read or write any of the human languages, but at least she was making the effort. Besides, she had no doubt that the ember-eyed male was smart enough to figure the gesture out. Regardless, she took an extra moment to draw a quick picture of their spot near the river, and drew her family's long-beloved feminine symbol of the triskele beside her name. He'd recognize both of those depictions at least, if he couldn't read. It wasn't long into her solitary walk that the call crossed the sky. It was Haku, though by the sound of it his request for a gathering was not militaristic nor official in nature. Tilting her head slightly, the scout changed direction and headed back toward the treehouse to see if her goofy companion had heard the call as well. Upon reaching the treehouse, however, the brute was notably absent, and Kol knew that he could possibly be anywhere in the area. Well, if he was awake, he'd undoubtedly heard Haku's call, so rather than waste time searching for Elliott the shifted Stormbringer headed straight for the usual meeting ground. The scene that awaited her against the backdrop of the setting sun was one of merriment and celebration; a gathering with the unusual mood of joviality to it. It was a pleasant surprise to the conflict-weary Stormbringer, and her lips pulled back into a warm smile as she casually entered the scene, having arrived just in time to hear Cercelee's explanation for the celebration to a packmate. She nodded greetings to several of her packmates, some of whom she'd never met apart from the last catastrophic gathering, and gave a half bow of greeting to the three leaders at the head of the group. "Well, this was certainly a welcome surprise! Happy anniversary, to everyone who makes Dahlia the family it is. I can't imagine ever calling anywhere else home." As she rose from her greeting, a wink was directed at Cercelee and Slay, and she grabbed a glass and strode over to sit near the oddly-marked male with the rough-and-tumble gathering of pups, wondering if Elliott would show up. Drey and Alexey were notably absent as well, and she chuckled to herself at their expense. Table by Fishie! |