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Private, Miyu! Sorry for shortness! Btw, could this be forward dated to the tenth of May? :o
His pace was as always; smooth and slow as he traced the round forms of the stones that lined up Dahlia’s borders. His movement steadily brought him further west, the air smooth and filled with the fragrances of spring; rich and lovely with a touch of green. This was a different kind of freedom. His heart paced strongly in his chest and strength soared in his muscles. The burden of the leadership was noticeable, but there was so much more lifting him up to be able to burden his mentality as well. Life was never a dance through the soft and grassy fields, but he knew satisfaction. He was a man grown in every way, and so far he had found that inexperience did not remove the ground under his paws when he was met with situations that required action. The land without war was peaceful, day after day. Haku’s scent had fled the lands completely by now. [/html]
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WC:412 // The date is fine, and thanks for starting! <3 you!
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At first it felt like a risk. Crimson Dreams was safe and secure, a close-knit group of able-bodied wolves that took great measure to guard their borders and their young. Colibri had never felt more protected, and yet, she had never felt quite so useless, either. When she came here, it had been with the grievous loss of her tail, something that had kept her from hunting throughout the winter months. Now that it had fully healed, she had taken a tumble in the kitchen, injuring her head and leaving her once again in recovery. As long as she didn't run around or bump the back of her skull, it was not a huge hindrance, but it just drove home how pathetic a wolf she really was. So, knowing the risk and carrying it close to her heart, she stole out across the borders anyway. She needed to do something, even if it was only to prove it to herself.
The fresh spring air soothed her, though, and the further she wandered, the more emboldened she became. No one had informed Colibri of the armistice between Dahlia de Mai and Inferni, but her senses could easily detect that the fighting had ceased, if only for now. She took a moment to shift upright into her more comfortable Optime form, trading camouflage for grace. Flowers were blooming, their sunkissed faces bringing a smile to the shy female's face. Flowers... How was the flower pack doing, after the conflict? She realized that she was not a long walk from the outskirts of her old territory. Her paws had carried her subconsciously in that direction, towards the place she had barely escaped. No one would be coming to save her this time, if she was attacked... but she couldn't catch her father's scent anywhere. It seemed... safe.
Still smiling, albeit wistfully this time, the chocolate-furred werewolf padded through the field, the tall grass rustling about her hips. She probably wouldn't call for anyone -- who knows who would answer? But they wouldn't mind if she stood near the border, just for a little while, right? Hopefully... Auntie Mew, Emwe, and Conor were all right. And Cercelee was back in charge, she had to be. There weren't any traps left, so everything must be back to normal. She exhaled slowly, relieved to see for herself that they still existed, even though she had not been a part of their family for more than a season now.
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If it had not been for the curves immediately revealing her gender, Conor’s form would have frozen solid when his lavender eyes fell on the familiar colours. His pace slowed down as he watched her move. She seemed better—happier. The woman had probably seen his golden form by now as well, and the young man lifted a hand painted light cream waved at the distant figure. He was positive it was her. Feet moved faster then, killing off the distance between them. The smile was warm and genuine on his lips though, she couldn’t have picked a better day. ”Colibri,” he called out as he moved, wondering if she knew that Haku had been banished from Dahlia and threatened everything and everyone touching neutral territory. It struck him that he worried more for her now than he had done when he knew where both his father and half-sibling resided. Now the demon was out there aka everywhere. Ah, what had he done?
This family would always be a broken one, but Conor cared much for those who caught his hand when he reached out for them. To be honest he had never expected her to visit the pack of horrors. He stopped a few feet away from her and admired her form for a moment. She looked so much healthier now—it was like looking at a whole other person. How much of the latest news were she updated on? Obviously she could feel the absence of Haku here, but more than that? ”It’s good to see you again,” he spoke truthfully, grateful that her blue orbs did not shine with the same darkness as their father’s. ”You look beautiful.” Not so much the fragile glass figure that she had been.
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lost into the weight of gravity
Her eyes caught a flicker of movement, tawny gold against nature's green. The darker-furred wolf caught her breath, watching with growing anticipation as the Dahlian figure moved to meet her through the field. Could that graceful youth really be one of her brothers...? His greeting left no doubt in her mind, but found awe in its place. Conor...!
She was surprised to see how tall he had grown. As he closed the distance between them, she noticed such maturity in his steady gaze, and confidence in his gait... She had feared for his life when she fled, had felt such unsettling guilt when imagining what their father could do to an unprotected Conor. Colibri had worried about him more than anyone else in Dahlia, feeling that he was the most fragile, the most like her... And somehow, he had done the complete opposite. Conor was almost unrecognizable, if not for the gentle warmth shining in his eyes, the same sweet and caring expression.
"It's good to see you too," she replied truthfully, smiling up at her estranged sibling. It was a regret of hers that they had never spent more time together. There was always something that came in the way, even if the blame was on her own lack of initiative. A faint blush colored beneath her pale cheeks as he casually remarked on her appearance -- surely her drab pelt could only remind him of their father, and yet, he was so kind to her anyway. "...! Coming from you, that's certainly a compliment... You've grown into such a handsome young man," she added shyly, proud and a little wistful at the same time. She should have been there for him.
Coli was feeling a bit homesick at the moment, although unsure of where 'home' was supposed to be. "How... how is everything? Are you and Emwe safe? Haku, is he...?" The questions spilled forth, curiosity getting the better of her. She had been ignorant for too long.
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