There is a time when the heart hurts
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The child was not pleased; she was spending her big day in a strange pack land. She should have been with her mother and father, and sister. Bringing that today was such big day in herlife, she should be with her real family, and not just some odd elder white female that is just too old to have a littler. The child walked along the pack lands, she hated it here, and further more she hated Liam for bring her here. There were no flowers here. Just lots of grass and trees, and all of them where icky and plain. Oh what the child wouldn’t do to be able to go home, and go back to the flowers.

Stomping around the child looked up to the sky with a whine as she brought her head down right now. The Moonsong child was willing to bet that her family didn’t even miss her; maybe she really was better off down here. Surely that was the case since she has been here too long. The smell of the old pack was fading on her slowly, and was taking on the smell of this icky pack lands.

The stood up again, as she walked over to one of the huge metal machines. They were so strange but they offered her a place that she could hide and pretend that she was home and laying in her mother or father’s house. With a whimper Juliet Moonsong walked over to the plan as she moved to lay under one of the machine’s wings. What she wouldn’t do to be back home and around her flowers. They must miss her since she felt free to assume that her mother or father didn’t miss her.


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WC: 682. Done! I assumed she was in Lupus form? Let me know if that's not the case!

The following days of the ambush had caused a stir among the Dreamers, a disquiet from the news of their losses and murmurs of revenge and rescues. All of it made Giselle unsteady, and her being near and around the Manor made her nervous. It had taken some time to even leave the walls of the building, fearing that she may see the savage that had nearly taken her captive. But she had seen the shadow of a man fall under Silvano's knife, and though 'Elle could not bring herself to look upon the slain man, a part of her was unsure if he really was dead. The thought alone, among many other terrifying whispers in her head, made her weep in the otherwise still evenings.

Giselle could no longer stand the confines of her room, nor the surrounding walls. It took enough to convince the mottled knight, and even herself, to be able to leave the area, if even for a bit. Petite form still trembled when she exited the Manor, her watchful guardian perched upon her shoulder. Robin blue dress swirled about her ankles when her steps were light upon the floor, and swift as if the woman wanted to be away from everything - and quickly. White petals danced in the depths of her curly hair as she moved through the land, past the sweet scented trees and fields of flowers, until it seemed as if the earth swallowed the vegetation completely.

The young woman slowed as she neared a field of dry land, where the heat seeped into her very bones and made her neck sweat under the gauze that was lightly wrapped around her healing wound. Besides the dry weeds and the nakedness of the land there, in place of oaks or pines stood giant metal birds, glinting in the afternoon sun. Light blue orbs widened in their sockets, and her tail slumped down when she finally did stand still and look at them. Giselle shivered, both at being among the open, dry space and at the unknown fear of the worn, creaking steel. "Oh Tux, what is this awful place?" She asked him quietly, as if afraid to wake up the steel giants. Never had Giselle wandered in this part of her home before, but as she saw the sun bake the earth like bread and bounce off of the strange steel bird, she knew why.

She remained looking up in shock, as if she had seen a ghost, turning her head sharply from side to side. The ivory princess nearly turned to leave the awful and dreary place until Tux squeaked in alarm, and it caused her body to freeze up in place. As stealthily as possible he drifted down her arm and to the ground, moving towards one of the objects as if he had seen something. "Tux, what is it?" Her voice was somewhat shaky, but turned and watched him inch closer, stop to sniff the air, then inch closer to peer around the wing. What the stoat saw there made him turn and squeak at the woman to approach, sniffing at something that 'Elle could not see.

Just as careful, the petite femme approached and ducked under the hot metal object, which provided warm shade that hugged her comfortably. As pale blue eyes settled upon the object in question, Giselle gasped, and knelt down at the pup she saw lying just a few feet away. "Oh! Well hello there~" A genuine smile graced the features of the auburn haired woman, as Tux inched closer with a cautious stance. The Fantasia woman could scent why - the pup before them had the essence of the Dreamers about her, but some other familiar scent made a cream-tipped ear twitch upon her head. "Are you lost, little one?" Though the pup was anything but, features on her mixed coat still showed signs of young age. The woman knelt there quietly in the dirt, looking up at the large object as she wrapped her tail around one side. "This is quite a dreary place to be.."

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The child sighed as her head lifted up a small amount off the ground and as she exhaled she laid her head back down. She looked around the field was empty other then the oversized, metal houses. However, no matter how ugly it was it was soothing to the very young adult. She found this one place in the whole pack soothing. There was nothing about these lands that did not seem to follow a pattern. Each plane was parked in an order; each plane seemed to have doors opened and landing gear down. To the Moonsong child this was what she needed, and craved at this point right now with all of the stress in her life.

The teenager lifted her head up looking at the brown over sized rat, as she gave a painful whine; it looked an awful lot like her father’s ferret. The child pushed on a smile onto her face as she saw the pretty lady that quickly followed behind the weasel. Looking at the lady she studied her before saying anything, taking in her scent and everything about her, before looking her in her pretty blue eyes. ” Your pretty and smell nice. Though I really don’t like your rat.” Juliet spoke to her, in her blunt tone. Once again she was telling someone something that maybe she should have maybe, just maybe kept in her head. ” Stupid Liam brought me here. Told me that there was a TON of flowers here. “ the child stood up upon her four legs as she stretched out her back legs one at a time. ” That looks ugly on your neck, you’re too pretty to have that on there.” She looked at the gauze that was wrapped around the female’s neck.


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WC: 421. Aww, Juliet is adorable.

In reaction to the young female's words about the cream and coffee colored stoat, the creature squeaked and looked sadly back up at his caretaker. He was hurt, and Giselle could see it, a reaction far different than when he was called a weasel.. though it had been said by an older golden stranger. A dainty ivory gloved hand was raised and set upon the small animal's head. The other was gingerly laid upon her bosom, as if the child's words physically affected her. "Well thank you. But Tux here is a stoat. He is very brave and very kind~" A voice of assurance was delivered with a sweet smile despite the plain environment that surrounded them. However, it disappeared like a sudden burst of wind at the teenager's next words.

Still kneeling in the shade, Giselle's dark hair danced with her as she tossed her head to survey the arid desert of a place. It was part of her home, but the disappointment in the child's voice made it feel as if she were to blame for this strange patch of land. "Oh, I don't like this place much either," the woman said in a small voice. "But, I do know a very lovely place with many flowers, and grass so soft to nap in." Her eyes glazed over with a dreamy look, remembering how fond of the valley she was and yet saddened by how long it had been since she was present among the lovely grasses.

Without much thought the fingers on her chest trailed up towards the gauze around her neck. Pale blue eyes danced as the images of that night fell across her vision, as if she were able to see it all play out before her again. A wicked whisper whirled and danced in her head, and Giselle had to squeeze her eyes shut to block away his voice. He was gone now, she believed, but the tickle down her spine left room for doubt. The ivory woman dared not think about it longer, having left the Manor to escape such nightmares. Gracefully she backed away from the shade and into the overbearing sun and stood up, the stoat curled in her palms. "This is no place for a dreamer." She shook her head, dark curls dancing before her face. "We'd love for you to come back with us and see the real land of dreams," she offered soothingly. She could not leave the child alone, and still she wondered where she belonged. "I'm Giselle."

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