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Oh, the winds are burning – ooc.
Sorry for making you wait an extra day Altafluff! Time is late afternoon, she's in her wolf form. ^^
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Leaving me without a name – ic.
She'd not passed this way in months. Since her first arrival in Dahlia de Mai in the fall, Bris had been sticking around the southern portions of the lands of Souls. Her time had been occupied by most of the trivial challenges of growing up: her first female changes, her first shift, things of that nature. But now that she'd come to terms with the beginning of her adulthood, the white girl found herself with an insatiable desire to explore the territories surrounding her new home. Not to mention, the area of Drifter Bay was somewhat close to the forbidden territory of Inferni, the enemies of her pack in whom she carried so much interest.
The trek to get to the western peninsula of the bay had not been an easy one. The young Stormbringer had come dangerously close to the borders of the Inferni packlands, near enough to just make out the morbid lupine skulls erected on pikes ringing the borderline. The sight had made Bris cringe in disgust, her stomach turning as she hastily made her quiet way past the sight. Skirting the edges of the hated territory, the Gazon found a game trail leading through the Halcyon Mountains and up north around to the peninsula jutting out into the bay. Thankfully, she'd run into no other souls on her journey, and aside from the sight of Inferni's borders that still made her queasy it had been a pleasantly quiet trip.
Bris' ultimate destination was the small human village that lay on the very western edge of the territory itself. She'd heard it mentioned in passing conversations on her original journey to the lands of Souls, and the girl couldn't help but have her youthful curiosity piqued. She was now familiar with the human settlements whose remains had been claimed by Dahlia, and she'd managed to find several things to ask her sister about. Kol was educated in the strange markings found in the square parchments known as books, as were most of the Stormbringers, but Bris had left home too early to begin her studies in them. She'd found several books with pictures that interested her, and had brought them back to the treehouse she shared with her older sister for the start of her education. The ability to leave behind something of yourself in the world for others to find fascinated Bris, as did the stories and creativity of the odd, hairless creatures that had once ruled the earth. The young female was determined to learn the skills of reading and writing for her own, and she had proven to be a fast learner. She already knew enough words to complete reading through what humans would consider grade-school books, and there were often nights where she could be found below the treehouse with candles or a torch, eagerly devouring whatever the next book would be.
The village she found herself on the borders of now however was nothing like the towns of Dahlia de Mai. There were no remains of larger buildings than a barn, and the houses from the edge of the village looked simple and rather plain. The people who had made this settlement already appeared to be very different from the overeager former inhabitants of Berwick and Wolfville. Cautiously, Bris set one snowy paw in front of the other and began her entry into the quiet little sunlit village.
Table by me!
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