True Faith

Rio Marino · 03-06-2010, 02:35 PM

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Pale paws were nearly invisible in the snowy ground, and she appeared as a ghost would, floating eerily through the forest, her speed enhancing the illusion. Rio always traveled quickly; she never strolled or meandered, and yet she never missed the most beautiful of details around her. It was an ingrained trait, as if there were something behind her chasing her at all times, something no one else could see. The feeling of being pursued was always settled somewhere inside the little girl. The pursuit wasn't from some tangible being, but rather from something inside her, a phantom of her darkest emotions that sprung upon her whenever she dared slow down. But today, though the idea lingered, she was high-spirited, silvery-lilac eyes flitting to and fro like excitable fireflies, relishing the last weeks of winter. She loved how the trees held their burden of snow, strong and patient. Were they happy when melting snow cascaded from their arms to the world below?

A woman, tall and bronze furred with a heavy burden in her strong arms, appeared through these trees. Rio paused, her tail waving slowly and expectantly behind her, to study the figure as it drew near. She was very pretty, and even in the distance Rio could see that their eyes were similar in color, though Rio thought perhaps the stranger's were a bit darker. Oddly, her smell was familiar, as had been Haven's, adding to the puzzle that Rio was trying to piece together. In fact, the Marino child thought Haven's and the present stranger's scents were alike. Why did individuals she had never encountered sometimes have recognizable smells? She had never met this female before. The little girl yipped a greeting, still wagging her tail, and came closer to the young auburn werewolf still. "Hi, Signora! What... what are you carrying?"

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