reminds me there's time to change

Adele Caraway · 10-09-2011, 04:21 PM

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Set in Cottontail Valley behind the Manor. :o Left it vague-ish; you can decided on time of day, and Adele is in Optime form. Dated the day after the 2nd raid. Tell me if you need anything changed. <3

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What was going on?

She knew there was war, for the green-eyed woman, the one that allowed the girl to become one of the pack, told her so with much resignation. But, Adele thought nothing much of it at first, though the Dreamers’ troubles made her more determined to join and help but yet thought that perhaps it was minor disagreements, like border skirmishes. But, she heard the distant yells the night before, towards the direction where Savina pointed out the Haven Manor, and realized how naïve she was. She felt the dread in the air that night, felt the potent fear of her new pack mates, and now knew that their battles were much bigger, more personal, than originally thought. She wanted to help, so dearly, but she knew she’d cause more chaos than anything; the Dreamers may have thought she was one of them, or that she herself mistaken the savages for one of her own. All she did was pray that the any owners’ screams of pain was naught of Crimsons Dreams’.

Despite her yearning to seek out answers, Adele knew that it was better for her to lay low instead of approaching the mansion when the injured Dreamers’ wounds were fresh; a face of a stranger may only upset them more, she decided, and would rather be surrounded and supported by friends and family. But, the whimsical girl’s heart twisted at the knowledge that eluded her: Why was this pain inflicted upon this pack? Who was the instigator? She decided to wait for the answer, like a spider with its web, for the information to come its own way.

Though she did not walk right up to the Manor, she hung about the area around it, and came upon a small field she guessed that was somewhere behind the building; she could have sworn that Savina must’ve mentioned it to her, it was called Cottontail something. It was pleasant, with an air of peace about it. The pain and fear of war seemed to avoid the mystical place, and it was there Adele decided to wait. With her blue dress neatly tucked under her as she sat, she allowed Cinnamon to scurry around and nibble on whatever, knowing that he would not go very far.

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Leonard · 10-10-2011, 03:59 AM

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OOC Leon hasn't noticed the rat XD

Leon sat at his usual spot on the roof outside his window, staring to the west. He found himself doing this often, no matter where he chose to be, or what he chose to do. The man had taken to scenting the air every few minutes, doing his best to keep his guard up. His weapon however, remained in his bedroom, unneeded at the moment. Through his nose, he kept track of the nearby movements of other creatures that moved within his range. He twitched slightly as he felt his head throb. Exhaustion was catching up with the Timber, and he wouldn’t be able to resist much longer if he remained still. Perhaps sleep was what he should be doing.

He paused outside his window and turned north, catching an unfamiliar scent. It was of the Dreamers land, but was new to his nose. His ears flicked as he stood at his window, indecision making him hesitate. The man’s head tilted as he realized he should go and meet the owner of the scent. He turned away and sighed, stepping off the roof and falling to the ground, bending his knees and rolling to diminish the stress on his legs. The Timber rose and rubbed his thighs as they screamed in protest. He was really too tired to be pulling those stunts. Leon rolled his shoulders and kicked his legs out. Once he felt loosened up, the male began to trot, following the scent north, using his trained nose to single it out. He set a steady pace and kept it until he arrived at Cottontail Valley.

When he finally slowed his pace, the sun was lower on the horizon, the sky turning pink. His eyes traversed the area as he walked, taking in his surroundings. He had only come through Cottontail Valley when he had been travelling north, or patrolling, and had not taken the time to enjoy the scenery. Even now, he didn’t waste time. He had not even acquainted himself with most of the pack, and he was eager to meet more of the Dreamers. His thoughts were interrupted as he noticed a woman resting in the fields, watching something moving about the ground.

Leon walked up to the woman slowly, his posture relaxed and his face friendly, though tired. He stopped a few feet from the female, fairly certain she had noticed his presence. “Hello there ma’m. Mind if I join you?”

Adele Caraway · 10-13-2011, 07:07 PM

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The rat has noticed Leo. >

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Intuition never seemed to escape Adele. She had only sat in the small valley for a little more than half an hour, maybe more, before she heard another’s footsteps besides the near-inaudible ones of the rat. Though she was aware of his company, she simply stared off where Cinnamon had crawled off to, though to him it may have been another clump of flowers in a sea of grass that danced and rolled with the slight breeze. The girl half-forgotten his presence, lost in the rolling and the waves, until his words reminded her of the present like a small stone casting ripples of attention. She flicked her cocoa ear to show that she heard him, but she took another moment to cast a gaze around the valley before turning to the man.

“Greetings, sir,” she replied, her voice quiet and polite, “You may join me if you want. I’m sitting in this small ocean of grassland I found. Lovely, isn’t it?” She saw that he was welcoming, but by his haunted look upon his face showed hardships and she knew that he did not come here to enjoy the grass-sea. “My name is Adele, sir. I joined Crimson Dreams the day before, though things haven’t been colorfully dreamy as of late it seems.” Her words indicated that she knew what happened last night, and she wondered if he was tired because he precipitated in it, though this she did not voice.

Hearing the unfamiliar voice, the brown rodent scurried, or “swam from the sea” as the hybrid would have put it, and climbed into Adele’s lap and stared at the stranger with black eyes. He let out a sudden, small sneeze along with a quick squeak. “Cinnamon is wondering who you may be,” Adele explained, as if she knew this is how the rat asked whom people’s names were. “He’s curious, since he never met many wolves. He told me once that he met a cheery badger once, you know, and wanted to know as many creatures as possible that seem friendly enough.”

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