07-08-2009, 11:45 AM
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Yeah, the majority of Berwick is actually in DdM lands XD. Lupus is generally better for Ade too. Sorry it took me so long!!! You can tar and feather me.
A strange sort of peace had come over Adelaida. It hadn’t occurred from any revelation or overcoming of her hardships as it ought of, but rather it was as if all the bad luck had run out. For too long she had been the universe’s punching bag, confronted with everything she feared and hated. Not just confronted, but submerged into a world in which she had never belonged. For so long she had fought and struggled with it, fought and struggled against it, she was exhausted. Mentally, physically, spiritually, exhausted. Beat, wiped out, burnt out, spent, empty, exhausted. Even if her bad luck hadn’t run out, Adelaida didn’t have it in her to fight anymore. Instead, for once, the chocolate and mocha female was just letting life happen.
Freely, for the first time since coming to Dahlia de Mai, she moved through their pack lands, her pack lands. Unafraid of her own pack mates. They couldn’t touch her, she knew that now. Even if she never saw eye to eye with them, she belonged there. Her travels took her all over Whisper Beach, through Wolfville, through Berwick and out the other end of the pack, to where some of the orchards just outside of their claim were. It was here that she had another first: her first meeting with a stranger where she felt one hundred percent confident. He was male even, but she did not hesitate, and maybe (though he showed it not now) he was a Luperci. For once, and Adelaida couldn’t explain it, this did not phased her.
On four legs, though she knew now she could shift and it wouldn’t irreversibly damage her, body or spirit, she strode up to him. Her pelt smelt heavily of Dahlia de Mai for she actually had stayed in her own pack for the past days, slept there even. When she spoke to him it was as if her voice wasn’t even her own. It did not shake or shudder, and Adelaida realized what a pretty voice she actually did have. "What are you doing?" Her up-front approach surprised her, but for once she didn’t immediate revert to her timid self. Adelaida smiled at the canine, or perhaps smiled to herself, and she wondered just how long this freedom from herself would last.
Yeah, the majority of Berwick is actually in DdM lands XD. Lupus is generally better for Ade too. Sorry it took me so long!!! You can tar and feather me.
A strange sort of peace had come over Adelaida. It hadn’t occurred from any revelation or overcoming of her hardships as it ought of, but rather it was as if all the bad luck had run out. For too long she had been the universe’s punching bag, confronted with everything she feared and hated. Not just confronted, but submerged into a world in which she had never belonged. For so long she had fought and struggled with it, fought and struggled against it, she was exhausted. Mentally, physically, spiritually, exhausted. Beat, wiped out, burnt out, spent, empty, exhausted. Even if her bad luck hadn’t run out, Adelaida didn’t have it in her to fight anymore. Instead, for once, the chocolate and mocha female was just letting life happen.
Freely, for the first time since coming to Dahlia de Mai, she moved through their pack lands, her pack lands. Unafraid of her own pack mates. They couldn’t touch her, she knew that now. Even if she never saw eye to eye with them, she belonged there. Her travels took her all over Whisper Beach, through Wolfville, through Berwick and out the other end of the pack, to where some of the orchards just outside of their claim were. It was here that she had another first: her first meeting with a stranger where she felt one hundred percent confident. He was male even, but she did not hesitate, and maybe (though he showed it not now) he was a Luperci. For once, and Adelaida couldn’t explain it, this did not phased her.
On four legs, though she knew now she could shift and it wouldn’t irreversibly damage her, body or spirit, she strode up to him. Her pelt smelt heavily of Dahlia de Mai for she actually had stayed in her own pack for the past days, slept there even. When she spoke to him it was as if her voice wasn’t even her own. It did not shake or shudder, and Adelaida realized what a pretty voice she actually did have. "What are you doing?" Her up-front approach surprised her, but for once she didn’t immediate revert to her timid self. Adelaida smiled at the canine, or perhaps smiled to herself, and she wondered just how long this freedom from herself would last.