04-30-2009, 08:10 AM
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| http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv28 ... ncils2.png); background-position:bottom; background-repeat:no-repeat; "> OOC: 400+ She wandered like a ghost, her body feeling immaterial. After the drinking bout with Haven and the hunt with the boys of the pack (and Mati), Brooklyn didn't know what to do with herself. She had taken to spending days outside, now that the weather seemed to be improving. Her body lying in the grass, her mind a thousand miles away. She couldn't help but wonder if this was what growing up felt like. Savina's pups had been born and yet she had stayed away from the manor. Her parents were no longer together. Just like that. It broke her heart every time she recalled Haven's words because such things should never happen. People fall in love and stay in love, right? The manor, once her sanctuary, was now like a cursed grave. She could not look anyone in the eye. Not her pack mates, not her family. The white girl didn't like growing up any more. Sure, she could shift. Great. She liked wearing human clothes and her coat hung on her as she travelled the beaten paths of Crimson Dreams, but things were not the same. Nothing would ever be the same. She wanted someone to talk to. Someone who would understand her. A sibling. She pestered Haven enough, but who else? Distant, dreaming Salem? Or Mati, whom she never seemed to get along with? Who would offer her comfort? Who indeed. With her head in the clouds, Brooklyn found herself walking towards the house. Beaten paths indeed. Maybe she could get her things and move somewhere. She could find a new pack, but the thought of abandoning her family made her feel sick. Her sister's scent rose to meet her as soon as she was through the door. Sweet, innocent Mati. Did she know? About Anu and Naniko? Brooklyn shook dust off her coat. She could ask Savina for advice, but the new mother would be busy with the pups. Brooklyn didn't want to intrude. Her mothers were not even an option, the awkwardness there she could not even fathom. Instead, the girl walked towards the sun room. She'd never been there. What could Mati be doing? Pushing open the door, she saw her sister. Shifted. How they were growing up. There was no urge to be nasty. Not any more. Maybe that came with growing up as well. You need some help with that? There she was, Brooklyn and her dark coat, her hair getting into her eyes again. She didn't bother pushing it away. She couldn't even bother to be nasty to Mati. It all seemed so pointless. |