01-31-2010, 03:15 AM
Rambles, rambles, rambles. It's my middle name. Half of this post has nothing to do with anything, I swear.
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She had initially been set on going to Halifax to see what she could scavenge, but the trip through the Dampwoods had certainly derailed that idea. She hadn’t been through that forest since her father had died and it was quite strange the feeling that she received from it. It was almost as through a chill had draped itself upon her from the moment she had set a foot over some imaginary, familiar threshold deep in the forestry. It was something of a delayed reaction, a feeling that she had not been able to totally experience following his absence. How strange it was to roam a place in which he had lived for so long. And not just him, but Laruku too, and Jasper as well. It was perhaps the absence of Jasper that bothered Corona the most, as she had not been able to find hide nor hair of him inside of the mansion.
She didn’t wish to trouble Gabriel as to where he could have gone and despite her better attempts to think nothing of it, she worried. In some ways he had reminded her of herself at a younger age, clingy to a relative. But she had been turned out by the shadow that had lurked within and he had been ousted by the apparent lost of both parents and subsequent siblings, only coupled by being surrounded by those who would probably have liked to tear him limb from limb. Her experience had hardened her, so absently she couldn’t help but wonder if it were for the best.
After all, if she had survived, then perhaps he would too.
Through the thinning forestry came the other side of the peninsula and the brackish air of the ocean; something in which Corona had less interest in on any other day. But today she was intrigued by the curve of the earth, well aware of what lied on the other side of that curve. Civility, properness, adventure; two of the former which couldn’t have been found there if they had tried and the latter something one could experience provided they survived. It was standing there that made her know she could not understand what it was that had drawn her back, other than the very thing that she had denied in her blood all along. She had lived the proper life, seen what she had wanted to see if the world, but in the end all she seemed to care about was what madness bubbled beneath the surface of that place.
Despite the ongoing beat of a wardrum at her back, she was generally oblivious to her surroundings. It was out there which she doubted being attacked and given her proximity to the ocean and the sand that stretched out behind her, anyone foolish enough to try and sneak up on her would be sorely mistaken to believe she wasn’t listening. It was an automatic reaction; they were aloud to sight see if they realised anyone was liable to approach. Didn’t matter if they were friend or foe; it wasn’t often that any canine was caught completely off-guard by another.
She had initially been set on going to Halifax to see what she could scavenge, but the trip through the Dampwoods had certainly derailed that idea. She hadn’t been through that forest since her father had died and it was quite strange the feeling that she received from it. It was almost as through a chill had draped itself upon her from the moment she had set a foot over some imaginary, familiar threshold deep in the forestry. It was something of a delayed reaction, a feeling that she had not been able to totally experience following his absence. How strange it was to roam a place in which he had lived for so long. And not just him, but Laruku too, and Jasper as well. It was perhaps the absence of Jasper that bothered Corona the most, as she had not been able to find hide nor hair of him inside of the mansion.
She didn’t wish to trouble Gabriel as to where he could have gone and despite her better attempts to think nothing of it, she worried. In some ways he had reminded her of herself at a younger age, clingy to a relative. But she had been turned out by the shadow that had lurked within and he had been ousted by the apparent lost of both parents and subsequent siblings, only coupled by being surrounded by those who would probably have liked to tear him limb from limb. Her experience had hardened her, so absently she couldn’t help but wonder if it were for the best.
After all, if she had survived, then perhaps he would too.
Through the thinning forestry came the other side of the peninsula and the brackish air of the ocean; something in which Corona had less interest in on any other day. But today she was intrigued by the curve of the earth, well aware of what lied on the other side of that curve. Civility, properness, adventure; two of the former which couldn’t have been found there if they had tried and the latter something one could experience provided they survived. It was standing there that made her know she could not understand what it was that had drawn her back, other than the very thing that she had denied in her blood all along. She had lived the proper life, seen what she had wanted to see if the world, but in the end all she seemed to care about was what madness bubbled beneath the surface of that place.
Despite the ongoing beat of a wardrum at her back, she was generally oblivious to her surroundings. It was out there which she doubted being attacked and given her proximity to the ocean and the sand that stretched out behind her, anyone foolish enough to try and sneak up on her would be sorely mistaken to believe she wasn’t listening. It was an automatic reaction; they were aloud to sight see if they realised anyone was liable to approach. Didn’t matter if they were friend or foe; it wasn’t often that any canine was caught completely off-guard by another.