the journey begins

[Ataxia Delacour]

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AtaxiaDelacour Dawn had just broken over the horizion, painting the skies the most radiant shades of oranges and reds. She never grew tired of waking for such a sight. No two sunrises ever seemed the same, all glorious in their own individual ways. The temperature at such hours was dreadfully chilly, even the slightest breeze enough to send a lesser fur-endowed creature hunting for shelter. Ataxia Delacour simply loved such weather, it made her feel all the more alive. Such pleasantly cool temperatures seemed to rejuvenate the maturing female. Not that she had much to tire her, she'd been reduced to wandering on a seemingly endless journey for quite some time now. No responsibilities, no worries. She'd always been somewhat of a rebel, seeking to enjoy herself rather than apply herself. Then again, it had become a rather lonely lifestyle. Most wanted to settle somewhere and have more stable of a life-style than the one she chose to lead. There'd been a few who tagged along with her, passing through a few regions with her, but they never made it far. Most turned back to where they'd come from, or just dropped off to settle somewhere else. She reckoned it wouldn't be much longer that she could keep up this 'vagabond' way of life, already she found herself facing each morning feeling more and more lethargic. She'd built quite the endurance over the years, but there was a deep unrest growing in her. Unlike the unrest that had led her wandering for miles and miles for the last two years past. Perhaps, it was time to settle down some, even if it ended up being only temporary. Petite limbs brought her lithe frame forward. Lean of build, she looked most comfortable when loping forward with liquid-like grace. Though, her stride was broken before long, having caught wind of the strong scent border of the pack-land that she had not been expecting. Pausing, she could smell the deep, pungent scent of the border markings, and a rather whimsical idea slid into her brain. She was looking for change, was she not? Her narrow muzzle hovered inches above the ground. Rapid, short breaths were drawn in through her leathery nostrils, her stomach performing a bit of a somersault as she hastily came to a rather ill thought out and unplanned idea. Her strong neck hoisted her cranium back, the lips of her maw curved into a perfect oval. The call her vocal chords trembled out was melodic, but lacked strength and conviction. The beckoning call for the leader of this clan was nearly questioning in tone. Her call was cut off promptly, having let but a few chords chime from her vocals. Her bi-colored gaze was fixated on the vast expanse of territory before her, scanning back and forth slowly. Her nerves seemed to be raw, as she stood tensely, her limbs stiff but her posture lowered. She'd never really had much interaction with a true pack such as this. Her family had been all that made up the small pack she'd been born into. Swallowing roughly, she waited, head kept lower but her gaze trained intently forward.

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