10-15-2009, 09:06 PM
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The days were turning out painfully repetitive and Emma was having a hard time adjusting and opening up to the place she was supposed to call home. Only in the last few days did she relax and play with her sister, temporarily forgetting about the turmoil the sisters were going through. It was a simple sort of play, a mixture of tag and hide and seek and all was well until Godelieve fell and cried for their parents, neither of which came to their aid. No one had come, after all, and Emma realized just how alone they were in this pack, how unwanted they had been and it only fueled her determination to find her parents again.
Since then, their playing had ceased and Emma moved as far as her legs would carry her through the packlands and each day she ran into the obvious border that smelled heavily of urine that mixed between the two leaders of the pack, both unmistakable even if she had not met one of them. Today, Emma had gotten to the borders fairly early and the sun was still bright but she could see the dark overhang of clouds that shown there would be a storm coming up on the evening. The weather was cool and the wind chilled her to the bone but she stood strong as she peered across the land she had not visited and did not find the courage to actually cross over the borders that led to the outside world she was used to. Before, she had a guardian and the young werewolf missed her, even if she dumped the girls off here.
Emma held her breath as she picked up her oversized paws and moved backward at first, cowering at the idea of running into the unknown, and slipped into a bit of foliage that hid her from eyesight, however her scent was strong and now coated with the pack scent and Hemming. The protection gave her a shield against the public eye and a chance for her to try and think, her brain undeveloped on solving such large problems that she could not come up with anything other than simple child logic of if she ran, she would find her parents without the need of tracking or adult supervision. Slowly, Emma emerged from beneath the foliage and remained only half hidden as her eyes scanned the landscape and waited for the magical answers that had yet come to her.
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The days were turning out painfully repetitive and Emma was having a hard time adjusting and opening up to the place she was supposed to call home. Only in the last few days did she relax and play with her sister, temporarily forgetting about the turmoil the sisters were going through. It was a simple sort of play, a mixture of tag and hide and seek and all was well until Godelieve fell and cried for their parents, neither of which came to their aid. No one had come, after all, and Emma realized just how alone they were in this pack, how unwanted they had been and it only fueled her determination to find her parents again.
Since then, their playing had ceased and Emma moved as far as her legs would carry her through the packlands and each day she ran into the obvious border that smelled heavily of urine that mixed between the two leaders of the pack, both unmistakable even if she had not met one of them. Today, Emma had gotten to the borders fairly early and the sun was still bright but she could see the dark overhang of clouds that shown there would be a storm coming up on the evening. The weather was cool and the wind chilled her to the bone but she stood strong as she peered across the land she had not visited and did not find the courage to actually cross over the borders that led to the outside world she was used to. Before, she had a guardian and the young werewolf missed her, even if she dumped the girls off here.
Emma held her breath as she picked up her oversized paws and moved backward at first, cowering at the idea of running into the unknown, and slipped into a bit of foliage that hid her from eyesight, however her scent was strong and now coated with the pack scent and Hemming. The protection gave her a shield against the public eye and a chance for her to try and think, her brain undeveloped on solving such large problems that she could not come up with anything other than simple child logic of if she ran, she would find her parents without the need of tracking or adult supervision. Slowly, Emma emerged from beneath the foliage and remained only half hidden as her eyes scanned the landscape and waited for the magical answers that had yet come to her.