beyond the blue.

Tawny Wagner · 11-07-2011, 09:21 AM

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Umm...lol yeah. Not sure wtf is gonna happen. xD

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Tawny was having a hard time with being around the other canines in her pack. Yes she loved those who she knew…but she didn’t know many, and that was a problem. She felt useless, unneeded and just a waste of space within the community. While she tried to be a part of events, such as hunts, festivals and other celebrations, she always felt sad and lonely afterwards. Of course, that would all change if she would just move into a dwelling closer to her pack mates…but she was way too shy and scared to do something crazy like that. In the end, her silly simple mind thought it rational to start packing her things. There was no reason for her to be there anymore, so she’d just move on.

That was easier said than done…as the girl had a ton of stuff to pack up. With all of her skins and the old flags she’d found, she was able to wrap most of the art materials, including all of the dyes, needle sets, knives, clothing scraps, tons of bones and all of the jewelry making stuff she owned. But it was way too much for her to carry all by herself. Tawny was used to traveling with packs, so quite a few were strung up on her back and around her waist, the others were tied down onto a set of long sticks that were easy to pull over the ground. There was quite a bit of distance between her little hut in the forest and the borders, so she needed to start walking as soon as possible.

Dragging all of the packs was very tiring. Tawny had brief thoughts of going to the barn and taking one or two of her llamas, but shook that off. The creatures were gifts to the pack and she would not be stealing them away for her own selfish reasons. So she was stuck carrying her entire home, minus the wood and dirt, on her body and on some sticks. The borders were within smelling distance, so if she just kept moving…just a little further…she wasn’t going to make it. Exhaustion converged and she sank to the ground, shedding back left and right. Without really thinking, she took out some meat and water and fed herself, then curled up with a blanket of skins. Eyes closed and she was gone, dead to the world for a few hours, forgetting about the nightmares completely.

Wretch D'Angelo · 11-14-2011, 12:53 AM

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Shaking and disoriented, she had tried to return to Cerne Rise. It would never be her home again. She didn't deserve to live there, to dishonor its walls with the presence of a killer. Her bloody handprint had shown up darkly against the frame of her bedroom, long fingers leaving smears of the substance behind as she had gone to gather up what little she owned from that room. The last time she'd been there, things had been so different. She had been so different. Wretch could barely believe what had happened, what she had done...and she needed to get away from it all. She had seen Saul less and less lately, but maybe that was for the best; she could not bear the thought of her father seeing her in this state, blood on her hands. She had wiped her hands off as best she could before gathering her things, not wanting to smudge them up either, before fleeing Cerne Rise altogether.

Dawn was beginning to break now as she padded through Trenton, heading South. She wanted to get as far away from "home" as possible, into a part of the world where canines did not know her name and where they would not care to speak with her if they saw her. She stopped at a small creek to wash her paws, staring into the cold water before she took a small amount of it and splashed it over her muzzle. There. The water gave her a temporary jolt of alertness, a feeling that soon passed as she continued along her way. Her body was exhausted from the night's activities and the amount of running that she had done, but the urge to continue kept her going. She needed to get away...to get far away.

The short female was nearing the border by the time she chose to stop, breathing heavily from the amount of weight that she held on her back. The girl still walked with a very slight limp, and now that she was as exhausted as she was, the limp was more pronounced. She wasn't carrying much, but what she did carry seemed to weigh more and more with every passing step. Wretch grasped the straps of her leather pack, hearing it jingle as she tossed it down onto the ground. She hadn't thought to bring any food with her...a realization that came to the forefront as her stomach gave a loud gurgle. Damnit... She mumbled, growling beneath her breath. She wasn't a very skilled hunter...why had she not considered food in her haste to leave?! She kicked a nearby tree in anger, sending squawking birds flying away in sudden fear.

Tawny Wagner · 11-16-2011, 02:55 AM

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not great, but eh

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The sound of frightened birds shook Tawny awake. Blinking a few times, she rolled onto her back and looked up; the sky was starting to lighten up a tiny bit, though it was still very dark. Sitting up slowly, she glanced around and listened carefully, trying to figure out what had freaked the birds out. There! The sound of heavy breathing and what sounded like soft cursing…the voice was familiar. A pack mate in trouble? The brown girl stood and left her bags and packs all piled together as she crept through the foliage in the direction of the noises, trying to be as quiet as possible.

Right when she saw the female, she knew who it was. Wretch, Saul’s relative and a relatively young female. She looked thoroughly distressed about something and had blood on her body in some places. Tawny’s mind flashed back to when she’d been hurt by the men and she nearly panicked. Rushing forward, she stayed just out of reach and whimpered, ears pinned down and tail tucked tightly between her legs. Her hands stretched out palms up to show that she was weaponless and harmless. W…Wr-etch? What ha-happened? Her eyes scanned the girl’s body quickly, trying to find wounds.

Tawny could not let this girl go home to Saul injured. She owed it to that man, who had been so good to her on multiple occasions, to take care of Wretch to the best of her ability. Are you…hungry? Food always helped stave off shock and get the mind and body running in better order. If Wretch got something to eat in her belly, perhaps she’d be able to tell Tawny what had happened and why there was someone else’s blood staining her usually white coat. C-come on, I have enough f-food for us both.

Wretch D'Angelo · 11-25-2011, 08:29 PM

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If anything, Wretch could always just crush on Tawny anyway :3 eee. Tawny's way too cute x_o

There were things that she would simply need to learn if she was going to be out on her own. Wretch had been relying on Saul for far too long; yes her leg had been broken twice, but that did not mean that she couldn't spend time working on her skills now. She would have to work on them...and work on them fast. The girl was already quite slim, short but more gangly than another canine of her age might be due to her coyote blood. She didn't want to look like a skeleton...so she would figure out some way to eat. If anything, she could go back to the pack that she knew Pandemic to be from and beg at their borders for food of some sort.

She was breathing hard now, still upset over her own mistake. She didn't want to go back to Cerne Rise..she wanted to wash off and get out of town as quickly as she could. She didn't want Saul to see her this way, shaking and rattled still from her rendezvous on the borderline. Wretch had finally been able to defend herself, had finally put her weapons-teaching to good use...and for nothing. Now she needed to go. A sharp voice made her nearly leap out of her skin and she stood still in her tracks, staring back slack-jawed at the other canine. She recognized Tawny from the hunt and other pack activities, but the sight of another canine so close shocked and surprised Wretch. The last canine she had been around..she had killed. Would she do the same again? Was that who she was now, a murderer?

"I..I um...ok." Her stammered answer came forth quickly as her she held her hands together, wringing them anxiously. Food was exactly what she had been hoping for...but to tell her story...that she was not yet ready for. She would need to lie, or something. "I hunted..but urr..the beast got the better of me. And managed to escape. But it was bleeding everywhere...I'm not too good of a hunter, you know" She said. "What were you doing out here?"

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