01-02-2010, 02:58 AM
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<3 hope this works! WC: 1,036 Also: What Addi is wearing ....... Her wound was feeling a little bit better now that she’d gotten the infection away from it. The day after the healer had helped her she had ripped the bandage off so that she could take a look at it…and the thing must have gotten some dirt or shit in it! She couldn’t believe how fast it had gotten all puffy and red! It had hurt before, of course, but it had almost hurt MORE when it was infected than when she’d first gotten the injury! Addison had left it uncovered while it was all infected and stuff, trying to let it breathe, but she’d eventually followed what the healer had told her to do when things hadn’t gotten better. Covered it up, put that stupid salve stuff on it (what was that junk made of, anyway? She didn’t want to use some weird drug and get addicted to it like her cousin had!). So now it was doing well and healing correctly. Naniko had gone and messed her life up with those drug things…good thing Addi didn’t do any drugs! She just smoked and drank! And those weren’t drugs. Smoking and drinking couldn’t mess her up as bad as Naniko had been. She didn’t know what had brought her to Aniwaya on this day, exactly, but it definitely had something to do with a certain kind wolf. Addison felt like she owed him something for finding her in the city and bringing her home with him, and she’d left without saying anything or leaving a note, even. She had been weak…barely able to move or walk around or do ANYTHING. So when she had realized that she had enough strength to stand up, she’d gotten the Hell out of there. He had been so nice during her stay, bringing her whatever she had wanted or needed…but she had hated allowing the handsome wolf to see her in her weakened state. It took her back to a place in her head that she rarely visited now, the memory of Halo and her torture. She had felt so venerable then, so open to attack. She almost would have rather have had Halo shoot her than Jefferson come into save her. She didn’t want to need rescuing. The chestnut-colored female gazed over the snowy hills of Aniwaya, passing through the border area without looking back. If anyone caught her she’d explain that she was looking for Hemming and that she was welcomed here. Hopefully Hemming had a high enough stand in the “tribe” for that to matter…that she knew him. She glanced around to be sure that no one was in the area before continuing, touching her bandage lightly to smooth the edges of it back down as she walked. Before, when she had been fleeing Aniwaya, she hadn’t taken much time to look around. She knew the way to the hut that Hemming had taken her to, but other than that she wasn’t sure where to go. Everything looked the same when it was covered in snow. Had she passed this tree before? She could very vaguely smell her own scent, though now it was mixed amongst the smells of the Aniwayans. The yearling glanced toward the sky next, blue and gold eyes focusing on the clouds. It was warm today, warmer than usual; even…would it rain, or snow? Just as the thought left her head a drop hit her, making her blink. Crap. Crap crap crap. If there was one thing she REALLY hated, it was being wet. Addison took cover beneath one of the nearby trees, trying to keep as dry as possible. But…no, this tree didn’t have any leaves! It was instinct to run for a tree, perhaps. She stood still, looking frantically around for a few moments before choosing her course of action. A full-out-run would no doubt wind her, making her more tired, but she really didn’t want to get wet. Would she rather be wet or tired? Such crappy choices! She just had to make it to the hut! Settling for a quick walk, the young female continued toward her destination. It was late afternoon, but it seemed much later now as she speed-walked toward the hut. The clouds had covered up the sun, bringing a dark chill to the lands. Today she was wearing some of her clothing, though, which made weathering the temperatures a little easier. Her first clothing items had been obtained through theft, stealing from Tokyo’s den, but now her wardrobe had expanded. The outfit that she wore today wasn’t much, just a coat, a very long sweater with a belt below the bust-line, and some black tights. She had seen an outfit like this on a model in a window in Halifax and had gotten help with altering the clothing until it would fit her more correctly. She wore some form of clothing most of the time, whether it was a scarf, some sandals, some shorts, or a full outfit. Addison reached the hut and pulled the door open, panting slightly from her jaunt through the snow. She had thought that this was the place that Hemming lived…it was where he’d taken her, after all. But when she got inside, she was left wondering. He wasn’t anywhere to be found! Did he live here, or what? She sniffed around a bit, looked at the fireplace, then at the couch that she’d laid on during her last visit. Nope, he hadn’t been here in a while. He didn’t live here. As soon as this realization came to her she frowned, growling slightly. Why hadn’t he taken her back to his den? What was so bad about her that he didn’t want to take her home while she recovered? Did he already have someone there?! Some girl on the side?! She whirled around, picking up one of the chairs from the kitchen table and throwing it across the room. She had come here to thank him, but he’d only managed to piss her off before she could get the chance. Not caring to look at the remains of the chair, she shoved the door open and started back down the stairs. Screw this, screw Hemming, and screw Aniwaya! |
