[html] • Devnet Spairne
• September 16, 2005
• Luperci
• killibegs@gmail.com
• None.
• I got permission from Pilot for a second character. 
The long days of winter were doing their share of wear and tear on her. She was a skinny thing now, more so than she’d been since childhood. It was this above anything that had encouraged her to find a place to live – she hated not knowing where her next meal was coming from. The girl stopped at the borders, brushing her wavy, black hair from her eyes. To sit or to stand? She decided to remain on her feet; wasn’t this more respectful? She wished she had something to carry… somehow, she felt like a pack of some sort would have made her look more dignified, and less like just a wild creature that the wind had blown in. She fiddled with her hands, twisting them nervously.
She hoped she would be of more use here than she’d ever been. She had been just a burden to her mother, nothing worth a damn. Of course, she couldn’t say the same thing about her sisters. They were a lot better than she was; she was just annoying, weak; something that just took up space. She could not help but believe that with one less daughter (herself), her mother would have lived. Her eyes watered, and she brushed a tear away from her muzzle with one crooked finger. No, she couldn’t be found crying there! Devnet blinked shamefully, leaning against a tree to wait. [/html]
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Jasper moved slowly as he went, walking along the side of the river as he passed through the Yawrah Valley. Sure, just going straight from the city and into Clouded Tears would've been much faster, but wasn't the whole point that Jasper wanted to keep away from his pack? Even now, the only reason that he was returning was so that he could coup himself up inside his little tree house and sleep. He'd been trying to avoid anyone that knew him for the past week or so, doing so by making himself rather scarce and going to place the other usually didn't travel. It had worked for the most part so far, aside from coming across a random stranger here and there. It was good it stayed that way, perhaps, because Jasper would just end up messing up something for them, too.
Eventually the black and blonde male came to the borders of his home, which he crossed with ease, only stopping at the sight of something else. Just in the distance, leaning against a tree, was the figure of another. She looked like she was waiting, maybe even a bit nervous. The young male stared a moment, chewing at his lip in contemplation. He could probably just keep going and head on home, perhaps she wouldn't be aware of it. Sighing quietly, Jasper shook his head and started off in her direction. He couldn't just leave her there. Shuffling forward a few more feet, he stopped when he was close enough to get a better look at her. "Waitin' for somethin'?" He asked then, his voice quiet and tired.
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