walk right in the sight of the gun

[Urma]

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OOC: ::Word Count:: 400+       The hunt had gone well and the alabaster femme had not since long left the company of the woad-marked she-wolf. Taking the path towards Ethereal Eclipse onwards to her pack, the pale Crimson Dreamer now passed through Overgrowth Sunrise, her pace light but also quick. Although pleased with herself for having helped the dark female with hunting a more substantial prey for her to sustain herself for her pups, Urma was now eager to get home, where she could mule over the recent happenings. The loneliness came to her like a long-awaited friend, bringing with it the scent of the past. As she wondered through Dahlian lands, she could do little to find a suitable impediment for her mind not to wander back to the things that strongly affected her. While in the ebony leader's company, such musings had not haunted the white femme to the degree that they were threatening to now.       The surroundings were open, allowing the Crimson Dreamer to see anything and anyone within a considerable distance. It also, however, meant that anyone could spot her. Although Cwmfen had not threatened her in any way, had in fact not even considered being in the slightest manner unkind to her, she did not know what wolves roamed the lands of Dahlia de Mai. Pilot's misfortune, as she still wanted to consider it as such until further knowledge was proffered her, had made her weary of all strangers, and not just the coyotes in Inferni. Although the Dahlian territory had so far seemed much safer than the barren lands of Inferni, the Crimson Dreamer could not help but feel apprehensive passing through it in the open, vulnerable by all means.       The path she was following kept narrowing, until all but a faded trail disappeared, as if swallowed by the earth. However, used to long journeys, the pale female almost took no notice of her whereabouts, the lands holding a strange sense of familiarity from her fleeting passages through it, a while back, in her search for Pilot. She kept a steady pace in the same direction, following what was left of the rapidly vanishing path, drawn back to her thoughts about the Inferni Aquila as if it were a particularly pleasant memory. Her eyes flickered for just a moment at the recollection, and a new feeling erupted from deep inside her, hidden as it had been under the folds of her blissful denial. The anger slowly rising within her kindled slowly, and she followed the road towards home filled with an unquenchable hatred for all that had plotted to take Pilot away from her.

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