01-05-2010, 04:06 AM
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 wc:1003 (don't kill me!)....... The truth was that she wasn't sure about coming back here at all. Addison had made it a point to avoid Phoenix Valley as much as she could, to not run into Jefferson or Geneva or anyone who knew her from back home. She was at that stage where she didn't want any of her relatives or friends from her old life to find her. There were many underlying reasons to that...but the biggest one was that the female felt that she had changed a lot and that they wouldn't like what they now saw. Addison had joined the Dahlia pack on a whim and was now caught up in a whirlwind of things. She had actual pack duties, people who sort of relied on her in one way or another. And she had to do adult things, like hunting for herself. (Though she definitely would have taken a few bites off of one of Tokyo's kills if she had the chance). For the most part, she was a grown-up. Grownups were supposed to act a certain way. Getting hammered every other night and not returning to her pack for days at a time...those weren't very "adult" things for her to be doing. Drinking in the city was something she'd started doing out of boredom, but now it was becoming a habit. It wasn't really interfering with her life (not like she actually did any of those pack duty-things that she was assigned), but it was close to interfering. If something happened in Dahlia, she wouldn't be there to protect it. Or sometimes things happened to her when she drank. She got hurt. But so far it hadn't been anything that would make her stop consuming the stuff. There was a plus side to drinking, too. It could make a wolf forget about some things. For a moment, she wasn't worrying about whether she would find Hemming again and convince him to get together with her. She wasn't worried about the fact that he had rejected her once before and the reasons behind it. The idea that there was something wrong with her, that she was messed up in the head, evaporated as soon as the bottle touched her lips. Ah, liquid anti-depressants. She'd brought some back with her to Dahlia de Mai, enough to last her the few nights that she would spend there between trips to the city. Maybe she would be able to find someone there with some of the same interests as her, someone who she could talk to and drink with alike. But today was not that day...it was a day for visiting. She didn't want to see Jefferson or Geneva, but wanted to know how they were doing at the same time. She needed a different pack member to speak with. The Luperci was wearing the same sweater that she had worn when she had tried to get Hemming to sleep with her, the long, gray wool one. She had thought about putting new pantyhose on underneath it, but her last ones had split due to the size of her legs and she only had one or two other pairs. She would wear the ensemble without them. A belt around her waist kept the sweater closed. The clothing was an accessory for the female, her winter fur more than enough to block out the wind and freezing temperatures. Lately she had been wearing human clothing more and more, putting different outfits together with different belts or shawls. There wasn't much that fit her in the city, so she had taken to altering some clothing so that she could fit it over her head or around her body. Addison was by no means overweight...it was simply the fact that human clothing was not meant to be worn by a large Luperci. One light blue and one yellow eye stared into the border-area of Phoenix Valley, looking deep into the fog that was settling there. Her expression was that of boredom at the moment, as she waited. She wondered who would come out to greet her in this crappy weather; it had been raining on and off for nearly her entire trip here, and had only just stopped. It was a given that the rain would return, though; dark clouds rolled in the skies overhead, forks of lightning illuminating the chestnut-colored luperci every few minutes. Would the wolf who came out to greet her be a friendly one? She had no weapons and was relatively unthreatening; she did have unnerving eyes, one blue and one gold, but other than that she looked pretty normal. Oh, and the human clothing. Addison did have a few scars, small pieces of her ear and a few marks on her muzzle, bite scars from Halo’s rats, but they were hardly disfiguring. There was a light sheen of frost on the female's coat, but she paid no mind to it. She had been rained on a bit on her way to the Valley and that had frozen over, making her coat as hard and icy as the ground beneath her dark paw pads. Addison took a deep breath of the air, trying to see if she could smell if anyone was nearby. The main scent on the wind was Jefferson's, which was to be expected, and Geneva's was present as well. Both were doing a good job of marking the borders; the scents were very strong. Other than that she couldn't pick out any that she knew...maybe a hint of Ty's, but no one elses'. And nobody nearby yet, unless they were down-wind of her. She sat down in the snow to wait for some soul to come across her and invite her in, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket and lighting one. It probably wouldn’t stay lit with the incoming storm, but she’d try and get as much out of it as she could. Addi went back to watching the border for others, taking a puff off of the stick. |