Kiss with a fist

Tala Djose · 03-01-2011, 07:13 PM

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wc 440, Tala gazing upon her broken cabin. C:

The sky had been bitter in the aftermath of the storm. The clouds were dreary, the sun seemed pale, even the wind had less of a sting. Even the earth was feeling the weight of it's own punishment. The world had become quite still, lacking any luster these last few weeks. Though Tala thanked each and every god that was out there for the still. If it had not been for this aftermath of calm who knows how she would have recovered. Waking up in the home of Noah and Yuki, Tala knew she would have died if it were not for their kindness, and their bond. She could never thank them enough for what they had done for her. The wounds were still fresh on her soul, as well as her mind. It was why she had managed to get herself through the mountains of snow to stand upon the wreck of a mass she used to call her home. Her cabin was left in ruin, her old home demolished.

The sight near brought tears to her eyes. The wound on her head was mostly healed by now, but the presence of this place gave her ghost pains. A Optime hand was brought up to the back of her head to rub as a depressed exhale left her maw. Where would she go now? She could not stay with Noah and Yuki forever. She had already been there for a few weeks, her welcome was going to run dry soon. But where would she go? Tala needed to scout out a vacated, still greatly intact cabin for her new home. A small whine escaped her throat as her gaze fell to snow. She could only imagine the full extend of the damage to the rest of the packs. Had they been so devastated too? Surely god was not so cruel as to do this to only them.

Tala took a seat in the snow, her amber orbs stuck upon the mass of wood on the ground. Three walls still stood in shaking temptation, the roof had collapsed as well as the doored wall. She may climb in there one day to try and find usable supplies, mementos, memories. She had nearly lost her life in this house, but she had been saved. The mirror Noah had given her was still in there. If anything, she would find just that to take with her to her new home. That meant more to her than anything else. Hell would pay if it was damaged, let alone broken. The thought made her anxious. Just what else had she lost to the earth?

Geneva Stockholm · 03-01-2011, 07:50 PM

Geneva spent most of her time at present at Mirror Lakes Villa. She had been working slowly but surely at converting St. Augustine's Church, a modest but large space, into a functional base of operations for Phoenix Valley. The ranch, where she had lived with her son and mate, had once been the informal meeting place of the pack. Now they needed somewhere else to congregate. Since Mirror Lakes Villa was centrally located and had suffered relatively little damage, it made sense to the gray colored female to do her best to make it home, for now.

Every few days, she would set out from the church and neighboring structures of Mirror Lakes Villa in search of supplies. It had been hard returning to the ranch house, but she had been trying to find materials and resources that were salvageable. Some days she was lucky, and other days she would return to the church with her back and legs aching, empty-handed. She hoped that today would not be one of those days.

The small-boned wolfess moved like a two-legged, lithe ghost across the snowbanks, marveling at the fact that she had fought so hard against the same snow only weeks before. Nature could be kind, gentle, and provide great things, and it could also be cruel and dispassionate. She decided to scavenge amongst the abandoned, destroyed cabins for usable supplies. Lime green eyes fell upon Tala. She had not seen the wolfess in many days and had worried about her, but had not had time to seek her out in the midst of destruction and everything else that she had to do. But she was glad to see her whole, if not unscathed by what had passed.

She was obviously taking in the damage to her home. Geneva sank down beside her, surveying the wreckage of what once had been Tala's cabin. With sympathy, she rested a hand on the woman's shoulder."We will help you to rebuild it, when the times comes," she said softly.

Tala Djose · 03-01-2011, 08:09 PM

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The land was quiet, not even the birds dared stir much from their nests or holes in the bases of the still standing foliage. She did not blame them, food would be hard to find right now for any creature. Homes were wrecked, creatures trapped in every species, large or small. There was a padding noise, a crunch of powder to her east and her dark ears swiveled. Her gaze did not falter. Dead set upon studying what she had used to cherish for warmth and comfort. A scent came upon her nose and Tala let out weak smile. Geneva, she had worried of her recently, not having heard of her, nor her family. She felt her sit down beside her in the bank. A dainty hand was placed upon a gentle shoulder and Tala finally let her gaze fall upon the woman. There was a weak hearted smile upon her lips, broken and weak. She would still need some more time to recuperate from this mass devastation. "I don't know if I will rebuild. I will just move. Thank you though." Her words were near a whisper.

The willowy woman she so respected was showing her kindness, even though she knew very well that her own home had been broken as well. Geneva was truly a wonderful soul. Her head let a single nod fall before a heavy exhale fell from her lungs. The hand that was on the back of her head fell to her lap to clasp the other. Her knees came together and she pulled them up to her chest as amber fell shut. She wanted to help other people rebuild their lives just as she needed to rebuild her own. Everything was crazy right now. Tala had made some mistakes lately, she needed to make them right by spending more time with her pack as a whole. She would not let her mind falter to the point of such state again.

"How was everyone at the Ranch during the storm, Geneva? I know Jefferson lost his arm, but how is Pripyat?" Even though the boy was very much able to take care of himself now, he was still her son. As well as part of the pack at that. Her eyes opened again to gaze upon the willowed woman with a look of genuine worry and curiosity.

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