07-31-2009, 05:29 PM
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OOC: ::Word Count:: 500+
The sky was an intense shade of blue, the kind you see in the morning after a cool, calm, cloudless night. A few cotton candy clouds hung from the vast canopy, sprinkling the otherwise even surface with a few uneven shapes. The grass still kept its morning dew, giving Urma's paws as she made her way through it a refreshing sensation. She quickened her pace before breaking into a run and then lapsing back into a comfortable trod, exercising her muscles after the few days she had kept to herself in her den, catching up on some sleep and recovering from her tiresome journey. Crimson Dreams seemed asleep, like a giant wolf sleeping nestled together with its cubs.
She finally stopped near Havon Manor, and lay down in the grass, rolling around a bit to cool off her pelt. When she finally settled in a comfortable position, she looked in the direction of the manor, properly feeling for the first time the fact that she was home. She had never thought she'd be able to return here, to find it more or less unchanged, to be able to sit here, in this grass again. Sure, not a minute had gone by without her reliving the disappointment of finding herself alone here, not a second had gone by without her thoughts drifting towards Pilot, but somehow being here, in the middle of where it had all started, comforted her a bit more than standing by the boundaries had done. She knew that she'd have to start pulling her weight around, after Savina had been kind enough to take her back into the pack despite her hasty and unannounced departure. Maybe she'd even be able to help with the pups she had learned by word of mouth were Savina and Kansas's first litter. Although sometimes glimpsing the two together would always make her experience a pang of envy, would always stick to her mind as a reminder of what she would maybe never have, she couldn't help but feel immense happiness for the two and for how well they matched.
Urma placed her head on her front paws thoughtfully and closed her eyes, enjoying the sounds of the insects all around her. Her mind slowly wandered to her childhood stories, the tales wolves from her pack would share with everyone. She still remembered most of them, and the impressions they had made on her. Sitting here, near the heart of Crimson Dreams, thinking about Pilot and the choices she had made, she wondered how come in stories dying for a loved one could even be romantic, but in real life all one craved for was to be loved, truthfully, meaningfully, for the rest of their lives. Back when she was small, she had thought that stories often times had sad endings because life had the happy ones. As she let herself be carried off by her memories of Pilot, she wished she'd still be able to believe that. If only because it would mean he'd be back.
The sky was an intense shade of blue, the kind you see in the morning after a cool, calm, cloudless night. A few cotton candy clouds hung from the vast canopy, sprinkling the otherwise even surface with a few uneven shapes. The grass still kept its morning dew, giving Urma's paws as she made her way through it a refreshing sensation. She quickened her pace before breaking into a run and then lapsing back into a comfortable trod, exercising her muscles after the few days she had kept to herself in her den, catching up on some sleep and recovering from her tiresome journey. Crimson Dreams seemed asleep, like a giant wolf sleeping nestled together with its cubs.
She finally stopped near Havon Manor, and lay down in the grass, rolling around a bit to cool off her pelt. When she finally settled in a comfortable position, she looked in the direction of the manor, properly feeling for the first time the fact that she was home. She had never thought she'd be able to return here, to find it more or less unchanged, to be able to sit here, in this grass again. Sure, not a minute had gone by without her reliving the disappointment of finding herself alone here, not a second had gone by without her thoughts drifting towards Pilot, but somehow being here, in the middle of where it had all started, comforted her a bit more than standing by the boundaries had done. She knew that she'd have to start pulling her weight around, after Savina had been kind enough to take her back into the pack despite her hasty and unannounced departure. Maybe she'd even be able to help with the pups she had learned by word of mouth were Savina and Kansas's first litter. Although sometimes glimpsing the two together would always make her experience a pang of envy, would always stick to her mind as a reminder of what she would maybe never have, she couldn't help but feel immense happiness for the two and for how well they matched.
Urma placed her head on her front paws thoughtfully and closed her eyes, enjoying the sounds of the insects all around her. Her mind slowly wandered to her childhood stories, the tales wolves from her pack would share with everyone. She still remembered most of them, and the impressions they had made on her. Sitting here, near the heart of Crimson Dreams, thinking about Pilot and the choices she had made, she wondered how come in stories dying for a loved one could even be romantic, but in real life all one craved for was to be loved, truthfully, meaningfully, for the rest of their lives. Back when she was small, she had thought that stories often times had sad endings because life had the happy ones. As she let herself be carried off by her memories of Pilot, she wished she'd still be able to believe that. If only because it would mean he'd be back.
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