07-20-2009, 05:35 PM
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Yay for posts! I'm sorry she turned into a wangsty teenager, but sometimes she's sort of immature and emo, sooo~ ;P Let me know if you want anything changed! ~520 words
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Eliza was having a hard time remembering what she had come here for. Logically, she knew that she had come because she hadn't had a choice, because it was the Right Thing to Do to leave, and strike out for someplace better because of the things she believed in. To find someplace to belong, where the way she thought would be welcomed by those around her. Where there was at least some semblance of justice. But in the weeks since she had joined Dahlia de Mai, she had seen precious few of her packmates, and only for very brusque and impersonal interactions. She had been mildly surprised at how lonely this had made her feel, but perhaps it was foolish to be surprised.
Mostly, the female kept to herself, staying in Berwick, not far from the borders she had come in from. She had recently set up a temporary den in the town above the remnants of some old human eatery of some sort. It wasn't where she wanted to stay in the long term, but eventually she had run out of areas in the abandoned settlement to explore and had grown tired of sleeping in a different place each night. Now she had been lingering there alone so long that wandering into the more populated areas of pack territory seemed wrong, almost like an invasion. She had never been isolated quite like this before, and didn't know how to break it. Her days were long and uneventful, generally. It was frustrating to have nothing to do all day but brood on how she couldn't solve her own problems. It was like a constant itch, buzzing just under the skin, unreachable. Constantly annoying and distracting.
The day had started as most had, recently. She left her makeshift home and wandered West of the town borders, hungry enough to try and find some small game to hunt. Just as she was considering shifting out of Optime for the form she was more comfortable hunting in, she caught the scent of a strange wolf. The scent was close enough that the other was clearly within Dahlian lands, but didn’t smell like pack to her. Then again, practically speaking, she had been living a solitary life for such a long while that she wasn’t sure how much of the pack scent she carried anymore, either. Even though she had been given no formal duties by the leaders of her new pack, she was still used to her old duties from the time before she had come to ‘Souls lands, and even pure curiosity alone wouldn’t let her ignore the trespasser’s scent.
She tracked the scent fairly briskly, suddenly more engaged than she had been in anything these past few weeks. A new wolf meant something to do, even if she hadn’t been formally tasked with doing anything in this sort of situation. She was not a Protector anymore, but she had been one once, and though she was young when she had undertaken the task, it was not a skill set one quickly forgot, or a habit one fell out of easily. She jogged toward the strange scent to investigate.
Eliza was having a hard time remembering what she had come here for. Logically, she knew that she had come because she hadn't had a choice, because it was the Right Thing to Do to leave, and strike out for someplace better because of the things she believed in. To find someplace to belong, where the way she thought would be welcomed by those around her. Where there was at least some semblance of justice. But in the weeks since she had joined Dahlia de Mai, she had seen precious few of her packmates, and only for very brusque and impersonal interactions. She had been mildly surprised at how lonely this had made her feel, but perhaps it was foolish to be surprised.
Mostly, the female kept to herself, staying in Berwick, not far from the borders she had come in from. She had recently set up a temporary den in the town above the remnants of some old human eatery of some sort. It wasn't where she wanted to stay in the long term, but eventually she had run out of areas in the abandoned settlement to explore and had grown tired of sleeping in a different place each night. Now she had been lingering there alone so long that wandering into the more populated areas of pack territory seemed wrong, almost like an invasion. She had never been isolated quite like this before, and didn't know how to break it. Her days were long and uneventful, generally. It was frustrating to have nothing to do all day but brood on how she couldn't solve her own problems. It was like a constant itch, buzzing just under the skin, unreachable. Constantly annoying and distracting.
The day had started as most had, recently. She left her makeshift home and wandered West of the town borders, hungry enough to try and find some small game to hunt. Just as she was considering shifting out of Optime for the form she was more comfortable hunting in, she caught the scent of a strange wolf. The scent was close enough that the other was clearly within Dahlian lands, but didn’t smell like pack to her. Then again, practically speaking, she had been living a solitary life for such a long while that she wasn’t sure how much of the pack scent she carried anymore, either. Even though she had been given no formal duties by the leaders of her new pack, she was still used to her old duties from the time before she had come to ‘Souls lands, and even pure curiosity alone wouldn’t let her ignore the trespasser’s scent.
She tracked the scent fairly briskly, suddenly more engaged than she had been in anything these past few weeks. A new wolf meant something to do, even if she hadn’t been formally tasked with doing anything in this sort of situation. She was not a Protector anymore, but she had been one once, and though she was young when she had undertaken the task, it was not a skill set one quickly forgot, or a habit one fell out of easily. She jogged toward the strange scent to investigate.
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