01-16-2008, 10:55 AM
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Coming home was how it felt to Legacy as she entered her packland. She was proud of it and felt a part of it, a wild thing born beneath its turf and roots, which was indeed much the same way as she felt about her rather extensive family. She had few qualms about bringing a stranger here. Privacy and ownership were not qualities Legacy was particularly familiar with, nor really wanted to be. OK, her thoughts were her own, but as that was so, why keep anything outside of them the same way? It was lonely to be territorial, possessive.
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Coming home was how it felt to Legacy as she entered her packland. She was proud of it and felt a part of it, a wild thing born beneath its turf and roots, which was indeed much the same way as she felt about her rather extensive family. She had few qualms about bringing a stranger here. Privacy and ownership were not qualities Legacy was particularly familiar with, nor really wanted to be. OK, her thoughts were her own, but as that was so, why keep anything outside of them the same way? It was lonely to be territorial, possessive.
There was a purposeful lift to her steps, a faint smile on her narrow-featured face. Hopefully they would find Merit before they ran into anybody else - a scout might want to stop and question them, and she was eager to see her brother. Her slender cinnamon tail waved gently; she was looking forward to the surprise of bringing him his friend. And if Empusa was lying after all - she was only one; and they could drive her out together.