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Shiloh Hills. Anka.
holding daisies, counting stars. -- [bic]
Cercelee had been wandered farther and more often, though when straying too far from “home” she preferred to take a companion, she did not think this was too far. The forest she had passed through, so dark and cold, she had already explored, more than once. Now much of it was filled with the scent of the female she had met there, the one so distressed and disturbed, as if that female had been pacing back and forth over the forest floor for hours on end. Maybe she had, from their meeting Cercelee thought the female was quite capable of that without growing weary of the sport. Well, that was fine. Cercelee liked the forest well enough, was fascinated by the fact that the light had to struggle to break through the overgrown trees and brush, but she could do without it. The ivory lady, as Colibri had so lovingly called her, already had a home.
Breaking back into the sunlight, Cercelee found herself into what was seemingly just another forest, only this one much more reasonable, thinned out compared to the maze she had just come out of. Walking further scents of others began to filled her nostrils as hills began to sprout up from the ground. Cer thought that there must be a band of loners about, or perhaps even a pack. As she neared the borders it became more evident that indeed, it was a pack. Their markings were too strong, their numbers rivaled that of her own band of loners, surely they would have made it all official, claiming the lands, filling in ranks. Sure, and why not? If they were able to, isn’t that what she wanted to do herself?
The idea of other’s success (however new it was), and the fact she was still a loner, as she had been the majority of her life (no matter how much time she had to still make a pack) caused her to skirt the borders and continue through the neutral lands of the territory. It wasn’t that she thought they would be hostile, for all she knew there could be wolves from Clouded Tears there, even if she had never met them, they might take her in. Yet she didn’t want to meet them, not yet. Not until she had something to her name. And so it was in skirting the borders of the nameless pack she came to the unclaimed shore of the lake. And it was there that she sat, only a few miles off from the borders that she dared not cross, but the area seem so silent, how could there be a pack so near?
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Sorry it took me so long.
Anka had a thing for water.
It was like a love-hate relationship. She hated it only when it loved her, and she loved it only when it hated her. If it rained, she was miserable. Too dry, just as miserable. Water just couldn't win this battle with her; no matter what it did, or what form it came to her in, she would reject it. Yet if it kept away from her too long, she would seek it out and soak herself in it, like a relationship where nobody is ever happy at the same time, because they're both only happy when the other is miserable, or so it would seem.
Anka had, unfortunately, had too many of those, none of which were romantic. Her family was enough to overwhelm the girl with a need for catharsis without trying to balance a lover. She wouldn't even know what to do in a relationship. Walking along the shore, kicking the water, stirring it up, and receiving the lake's reply in the form of a splash across her legs. They were arguing, or something like it. She smiled a little, as she walked and held quiet conversation with the slight ripples caused by the breeze. She needed some time to relax, and just breathe. The air was clear, nobody was around. Perfect. She preferred it that way.
But her serene walk was cut too short, too soon. The water seemed to be pulling back from her, and soon she could sense another, a scent in the air that she'd yet to encounter yet. She turned toward the source, only to find herself very close to a female that struck such a resemblance to Ceres Sadira, she almost cried out in shock. Instead, she glanced at the girl skeptically, looking her up and down, then addressed her calmly.
"Not sure we've met. You are?"
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‘Tis okay 
holding daisies, counting stars. -- [bic]
The waters of this lake were unfamiliar. Although Cercelee had resided in Clouded Tears only briefly, both stays, and hadn’t a chance to come to love the lake as many others had, she still used that as her comparison for all other bodies of water. The Clouded Tears lake had been beautiful, the fog, while eerie, also coated the shores like a blanket in almost a loving way. The island in the middle of the lake had been a sanctuary, only penetrated by the loyal members of the pack although she herself had never touched foot upon it’s soil. This lake, whatever it’s name was, was nice enough in it’s own way, but it hadn’t the charm of the lake she knew as a young puppy. Although Cercelee sat upon the shores comparing the two, there was no real nostalgia or sorrow in the thought. It was just a fact. She had known a lake once that was too beautiful for words, and other lakes just weren’t up to par.
Although she had smelt the female approaching, and heard foot steps, she gave no indication until the voice floated up to her. White ears twitched and Cercelee turned, her navy eyes setting upon what seemed to be the opposite of her. A coat as dark as her’s was light. Eyes like fire, where as hers were cool like the waters that lapped at the shore. Cercelee smiled at the other, whom smelt of the pack she had just avoided, and nodded a silent hello, tail waving friendly. Turned her eyes back briefly to the lake, as if she had to think about her answer (who was she any way?), her voice came out cool and calm, yet friendly and floating in the air like a feather. Cercelee. Navy eyes settled onto the stranger again, and she titled her head slightly, trying to take in all the details, waiting for the other to respond with a name.
The female before her was different than the others she had seen, while she had met many that nearly mirrored her own image, a solid mass of alabaster, she had yet to see one the color of coal. Slay had those tones in his fur, but they were splotches against her own cream color. It was this stark difference that settled in her mind that this would not be yet another meeting with a wolf who knew her whole history that Cercelee only had an inkling of herself. Colibri had known that she was a descendant of Ceres, Mew had turned out to be in some way a relative, the female in the forest had not left her alone until Cercelee had given the name of her father. Could there really be so many others in this world that were connected to her without Cer ever knowing it? Trying not to think about it, because she told herself that she simply did not care, she spoke again, her tones melodic, The pack near here, you come from them, yes? What are they called?
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She laughed.
It was ridiculous, but she laughed. Cercelee. The name struck such a resemblance to Ceres, it would have made her stomach writhe, should she have met this girl before the fire. Her eyes were alight with the amusement of it all, and it was a fabulous contrast to the scars adorning her face and body, the tears in her clothing, the red thread sewing some of them back together. She, too, noticed how opposite the two of them were, just as had been true of herself and Ceres. The girl - Cercelee, she called herself - was the colour of the palest of snow, something like the clouds might have been if it hadn't seemed to be growing slightly overcast. It was the yang to the yin which was Anka's dark pelt, the same as her mother's had been, with no prominent sign of white, save the scars that had ceased some of her pelt to grow. In the same way, the blue of the girl's eyes contradicted the red of Anka's, like water and blood. 'Blood is thicker than water,' she thought softly, and she wasn't sure if that was good or bad.
Ceasing her laughter quickly, she folded her arms, eying the girl carefully. "Cercelee. Sounds like Ceres." Her voice was even, careful but not cold. Anka wasn't sure if the unknown female was a relative of her grandmother's, but either way, it was best to keep her own relations quiet until she knew where the girl stood in relation to the subject. Wouldn't want to offend. "Did you know Ceres? You might've liked her." An honest question, followed by an honest statement. Again, no sign of being related, or even having had any sort of relationship with Ceres, waiting for the right indicator of where this conversation should turn. "She was a bit like you. In looks, anyhow." Crimson eyes glimmered a little, and dark female paused, letting her words soak in, not sure what else to say.
As an afterthought, "I'm Anka."
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Whoo.
holding daisies, counting stars. -- [bic]
Cercelee heard the words. Her automatic response was to stiffen, become annoyed, deny any knowledge of the dead grandmother, swear off all relations. Yet she looked at the female who had introduced herself as Anka. This girl did not deserve any response Cercelee felt stirring in the pit of her stomach, the back of her mind. Also her mind flash to Iskata. The older female wouldn’t drop the subject until she had known just how Cercelee had fit into the family puzzle. Colibri too had known on sight that she was of their brood. Perhaps it would be impossible to escape it, no matter how easily the lies rolled from her tongue, no matter how convincing her voice or eyes. Cercelee wore the face of a ghost, she carried a name that would invoke memories in any that knew the of the dead matriarch of the Sadira family. Cercelee could tell Anka that she had no idea who Ceres had been, without even lying as she had never met the female, but Cercelee knew the doubt would remain in Anka’s mind.
Is there anyone who didn’t like Ceres? The name rolled off her tongue unfamiliarly, in her mind it did not really sound alike to her own. Cercelee, Ceres, Cerelee. It was an honest question, she had yet to encounter anyone with a real grudge for the wolf, although it was probably hard to think ill of one who is already dead. My father was her son, Adrastos. Cercelee didn’t know if Anka would know that name or not, she wasn’t sure if this was another cousin or aunt or just a friend of the family. Yet she had stopped assuming that strangers she ran into weren’t related to her. For all she knew, once she met the perfect male and wanted a mate, maybe pups, he would turn out to be an uncle or some such. It would only make sense in this family. Still friendly, unsure of how to proceed since they had so quickly gotten on a topic Cercelee was always unnerved by, Cer’s question was a little hesitant. How did you know Ceres?
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