07-28-2009, 04:20 PM
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OOC: Always a pleasure RP-ing with you! <3 300+
The meeting between her sister, herself and Naniko had not gone as planned. Brooklyn couldn't believe that her mother would refuse help in such a stubborn way. She had returned to Crimson Dreams empty-handed, her heart a tattered, broken mess. How could she not manage to make her mother see the truth? How could she simply refuse the love and care she would get among her pack and choose to stay in cold Halifax? The days were losing their golden touches, the clouds rolling in to pour their malice and anger over the lands. The girl had taken to staying inside the mansion, far away from Anu and Savina, brooding by a window, trying to find a way to bring her mother back. What could she offer her that no one else could? Probably very little. But she could try. Today was no different. She sat and watched as it rained on and on, a grey curtain falling over the lands, drowning it in a higher kind of sorrow. Brooklyn had decided that today she would do some exercise, patrol or hunt, anything to get her body moving.
She quietly descended the steps, listening for any kind of movement, but for now the manor was quiet. She gently pushed the door open, letting the sound and smell of the rain enter the house. It was overwhelming, seeing so much water, but as she leaned on the door to lose herself momentarily in the beauty, Brooklyn realised that soon, she would be a year old. Just a couple of months left and she will have been in the pack for a full year. Not a grown up, oh no, but close enough. It scared her. She had lost so much in the year, first her brothers, then her mother. She had gained experience, yes, but it did not dampen the feeling of loss in her heart. With a sigh, she went out on the porch and stared out across the lands. Hunting would be better than patrolling, that was for sure. But really, what was there to do if not provide something for the pack. It would be ideal to take her mind off things. Brooklyn looked over her shoulder, waiting for anyone to come out and join her. She didn't mind the company, but she didn't exactly crave it. Would anyone actually join her?
The meeting between her sister, herself and Naniko had not gone as planned. Brooklyn couldn't believe that her mother would refuse help in such a stubborn way. She had returned to Crimson Dreams empty-handed, her heart a tattered, broken mess. How could she not manage to make her mother see the truth? How could she simply refuse the love and care she would get among her pack and choose to stay in cold Halifax? The days were losing their golden touches, the clouds rolling in to pour their malice and anger over the lands. The girl had taken to staying inside the mansion, far away from Anu and Savina, brooding by a window, trying to find a way to bring her mother back. What could she offer her that no one else could? Probably very little. But she could try. Today was no different. She sat and watched as it rained on and on, a grey curtain falling over the lands, drowning it in a higher kind of sorrow. Brooklyn had decided that today she would do some exercise, patrol or hunt, anything to get her body moving.
She quietly descended the steps, listening for any kind of movement, but for now the manor was quiet. She gently pushed the door open, letting the sound and smell of the rain enter the house. It was overwhelming, seeing so much water, but as she leaned on the door to lose herself momentarily in the beauty, Brooklyn realised that soon, she would be a year old. Just a couple of months left and she will have been in the pack for a full year. Not a grown up, oh no, but close enough. It scared her. She had lost so much in the year, first her brothers, then her mother. She had gained experience, yes, but it did not dampen the feeling of loss in her heart. With a sigh, she went out on the porch and stared out across the lands. Hunting would be better than patrolling, that was for sure. But really, what was there to do if not provide something for the pack. It would be ideal to take her mind off things. Brooklyn looked over her shoulder, waiting for anyone to come out and join her. She didn't mind the company, but she didn't exactly crave it. Would anyone actually join her?