08-15-2009, 11:56 PM
[html]
[/html]
A place, somewhere in her history — maybe not hers, but the clans as a whole — existed over the mountain, blackened and soot-streaked, a beach much like theirs — but she would never see it. Long determined it had been that Valkyrie de le Poer, though curious about the past of the clan, would never ascend the Halcyon Mountains to see the extent of the damage. The land's recovery was probably marginal right now; scars like that took lifetimes to heal.
This didn't stop her from going anywhere near the mountains at all, however. She had moved right from Inferni's territory that sprawled over The Waste to the lower mountain, where the terrain was still smooth and somewhat welcoming, and had stopped only when she had spotted a tiny herd of critters.
The scenario was easily stated in a diary, which was kept open on the small pile hidden in the trees that was Valkyrie's dress, her belt, and a girlish sunhat she had been wearing prior to shifting: "Sun: High in the sky. Herd of sheep, upwind, three lambs."
Valkyrie preferred to write concisely and neatly, as though stating the point was more important than the flowery details of life. She crouched amidst undergrowth in that low part of the mountain, watching as they grazed, and picked out not one of the recorded lambs, but a young growing buck.
One couldn't say she wasn't an ambitious youth, but she believed if she could isolate it on a cliff, she could run it off, and the ridges weren't very high above her. Disentangling it from the herd's protective circle would probably be much, much harder, but maybe the stupid side-eyed animals would be more concerned about the younger lambs to notice one male slipping away into oblivion.
Her paws tensed as her Secui form's thick muzzle pushed gently into the foliage, parting it silently, and amber rum eyes scoured the scene before her for an opening.
[html]
[/html]
A place, somewhere in her history — maybe not hers, but the clans as a whole — existed over the mountain, blackened and soot-streaked, a beach much like theirs — but she would never see it. Long determined it had been that Valkyrie de le Poer, though curious about the past of the clan, would never ascend the Halcyon Mountains to see the extent of the damage. The land's recovery was probably marginal right now; scars like that took lifetimes to heal.
This didn't stop her from going anywhere near the mountains at all, however. She had moved right from Inferni's territory that sprawled over The Waste to the lower mountain, where the terrain was still smooth and somewhat welcoming, and had stopped only when she had spotted a tiny herd of critters.
The scenario was easily stated in a diary, which was kept open on the small pile hidden in the trees that was Valkyrie's dress, her belt, and a girlish sunhat she had been wearing prior to shifting: "Sun: High in the sky. Herd of sheep, upwind, three lambs."
Valkyrie preferred to write concisely and neatly, as though stating the point was more important than the flowery details of life. She crouched amidst undergrowth in that low part of the mountain, watching as they grazed, and picked out not one of the recorded lambs, but a young growing buck.
One couldn't say she wasn't an ambitious youth, but she believed if she could isolate it on a cliff, she could run it off, and the ridges weren't very high above her. Disentangling it from the herd's protective circle would probably be much, much harder, but maybe the stupid side-eyed animals would be more concerned about the younger lambs to notice one male slipping away into oblivion.
Her paws tensed as her Secui form's thick muzzle pushed gently into the foliage, parting it silently, and amber rum eyes scoured the scene before her for an opening.
[html]