The demons that we keep.

Orin Takekuro · 08-12-2011, 02:48 PM

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“Ahh…” Orin yawned lethargically as she stretched. Daylight glittered overhead as the wind whipped at the tree branches, rustling the leaves and letting patches of sunlight touch the forest floor. After spending the last few months purely nocturnal – hiding and sleeping during the day and running from the evils of the world by night – staying awake during the day had become a chore. She had been trying to change her habits ever since her return to Cercatori d’Arte, but it had only been about a week and her internal clock hadn’t adjusted yet.

It might be best to stay up at night anyway. A couple nights ago Juliet had snuck out of their home whil Orin was asleep. The little girl just wanted an adventure but it scared the hell out of the mother until she found the girl. Luckily she had been safe and was with Sky Katruk, but that might not be the case next time.

Next time… the thought sent a chill down her spine. Juliet’s temporary disappearance hadn’t been the only missing pup she’d ever had, and the first one could never come back. Demetrius… Her ears drooped as she thought of her lost boy. Poor Demetrius whose life had been taken before he could live it… taken by a monster. The boy forgave her, she knew, his spirit had told her so (in not so many words) the day she returned to d’Arte and fount that the boy’s ghost was living with his father. Still, the pain Orin felt over the loss of her son could not be pacified.

Damn it! She lashed out, swiping at a tree branch with talon-like fingers. Smaller twigs and leaves went flying, but the branch was too stalky to break with just one swipe, and it swayed back and forth, the sound of it crackling mocked her. She growled. Fine, if you won’t break, I’ll burn you down!

Of course, there were consequences to that. It was good that she didn’t have any matches and dry brush readily available. But these could be found… she began stalking through the forest, away from Treetop Terrace and towards Thornbury. She’d do something about that blasted tree yet… unless, of course, someone distracted her…

Jace Wolfe · 08-19-2011, 08:07 PM

ugh such a crappy post =/ apologies and i sound like a retard because i wrote this at 1am after spending the last 7 hours writing 22 other posts XD

She did not really know what possessed her to travel all the way down to Cercatori D'arte, she had not visited the art based pack since she had brought Argul's head to burn with its then leader, Shawchert. Maybe she just wanted to see how they were getting on now that the murderer that had plagued their pack was gone. Ashen paws carried her over the mountains, down the middle of the large finger of land that was Souls and towards its southern end where the three southerly packs resided.

It took her most of the day to reach the borders and once she had done she gave herself an hour or so to rest, recovering her energy from the long trek. She managed to catch herself a young rabbit and ate it swiftly, savoring its taste greatly. She reached the borders and sniffed around hoping to get some inkling as to what had gone on but grumbled when she found nothing really of help. Standing up she threw back her head and howled for anyone who would be nearby, for anyone who knew her within the pack.

Orin Takekuro · 08-20-2011, 01:28 PM

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OOC Pfft! No worreis, you're fine! WC 300+

Halfway to Thornbury and she heard a call. Her ears perked and she glanced around, wondering who it was. A second call and she was able to pinpoint the siren as someone at the border's, but she could not tell by the tone who it was. Perhaps a visitor? She paused for a moment. A visitor... Or... No, it couldn't be someone bad – why would they send out a call warning Cercatori of their presense? Anyway, Shawchert would respond to it. Or someone else, no doubt.

Orin began walking again, but only a few steps later she stopped and sighed. She couldn't very well just ignore the call, that would just be irresponsible towards her pack. What if she was the closest one? She threw up her hands in annoyance, took a deep breath, and tried to let go of her earlier frustration.

She changed her course and headed quickly to the borders. Once she was nearby, she let out a call of her own for the stranger to answer so she could follow the voice and find her exact location. Soon enough, Orin was visible off in the distance, and she squinted to make out the primarily gray form that awaited her greeting. She was familiar... Could it be?

She started to jog, waving at the woman at Cercatori's borders. But would the woman recognize her, too? The only time they had met, just after Jace brought the marauder to justice and was lugging a gory token around with her, Orin had been in disguise as Desdemona Moonsong. Up close anyone could recognize her features – petite, curvy body, short puppy-like muzzle – but without the brown patches of fur and now with choppy blond hair, Orin looked very different from afar.

“Hi there,” her stride broke as she slowed down and took her last few walking steps towards Jace. She cocked an eyebrow. It was her! Her mouth hung open for a moment and she let out a small gasp. “Ja... Jace?”

Jace Wolfe · 08-28-2011, 05:07 AM

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It took a while but eventually she could see someone off in the distance coming towards her, the white figure was unfamiliar to her and Jace did not even presume to know who it was, Orin looked very different from Desdemona Moonsong and therefore she was unrecognizable as a former pack mate and friend to the scarred hybrid. Something seemed to change and the white woman began to jog towards her instead, waving her arms above her head, Jace instinctively looked behind her just to make sure there was no one creeping up on her and that was why she was waving. When her safety was affirmed she waved back hesitantly, maybe this woman was just over friendly?

It had been a long time since she had seen the girl she had met once with the small girls and her memory was not perfect so as her smaller details began to appear Jace still did not recognise her. The wind blowing in the wrong direction for her to scent her and so she still remained oblivious. Her eyes narrowed as the woman seemed to recognise her, she was sure she had never met this woman before and opened her mouth to ask who she was when her scent finally broke the barrier of the wind and came towards her. Face and names may not be ingrained in her but scent was the be all and end all in her memory. It conjured up a face and body that was splodged with brown and a name,

"Desdemona? Is that you?" Now it was her turn to gasp and stare with mouth open, how strange that they had both been led here to this point on this day, it spoke of destiny to her. They were two women linked by one hellish nightmare that they had both survived and become stronger from it seemed.

Orin Takekuro · 08-29-2011, 02:15 PM

Orin came to a stop and gasped softly when Jace spoke the name. The name she hadn’t heard in months; the name for a part of her that, Orin knew, was still with her, but a part of her that she tried desperately to forget. Even though the woman didn’t mean any harm, it was still like being splashed with cold water while you were enjoying a warm summer nap. She tried to recover but was a few seconds too slow, Jace could easily notice her stumble.

She nodded, the smile working slowly back onto her muzzle. “Y-yes, it’s me.” Oh god, Orin, you sound like you have a speech impediment. Can’t you get one word out smoothly? “It’s me, but I’m called Orin now.”

The smile cocked half of her muzzle, and her eyes looked guilty. She felt bad for lying to the people from Phoenix Valley who had protected her when she needed it the most. She hoped Jace wouldn’t be mad, would give her time to explain, but one thing she wouldn’t do was keep lying to the Valley woman.

“It’s so good to see you,” she started, broaching their reunion carefully. “Are you still with the Valley? Wait, no, it has changed, right? I’m still trying to get my bearings again… Ichika Noin, is it?” She said the pack name incorrectly, and knew it, but looked for forgiveness in Jace. It was terrible, she should have at least kept up on what went on with her one-time saviors. She tried to hurry along, before Jace could get upset with the folly.

“I’m a part of Cercatori d’Arte now… again…” She knew Jace didn’t know of her past before. No one in the Valley had known that Desdemona Moonsong was really the woman from Cercatori, or that the puppies she had with her belonged to d’Arte’s alpha (at the time). “How are you doing? How is the pack?”

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