until you come home

Artemis Marino · 05-15-2012, 01:12 PM

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Word Count → 280 :: Set on the terrace of her room in the mansion. Get her out of here lol~

The Dreamers had been gone for a couple of weeks now, but still the silver Marino clung to the pack's former territory, breathing in deeply to smell the fading scents of those she once called family. Her mother and father had gone, taking most of her siblings with them. Only Silvano remained now on this side of the sea, but he and his mate had gone, moving in with the allies of the now-disbanded pack. Only Artemis remained now, still living in her room on the first floor of the mansion. It was all she knew, and it was all she wanted.

She did not know where everyone else had gone. Some had become loners, and some must have joined other packs, like her brother had. All had moved on, except for her. Artemis clung to her former routine. Sleeping in her room at night, spending her days by the lake... These were things she had always done and she did now, but the actions were languid, touched by a heavy-settling depression. Unlike the rest of the Dreamers, she was unwilling to move on.

Rain fell today in large droplets, but the silver girl remained on the terrace of her room, fur sticking together in large, wet clumps. She only wanted her family to come back, to bring the rest of the Dreamers with her, and tell her it had been some elaborate, awful prank. She would be mad, but it would not last long; it was all she wanted now.

She lifted her head, a mournful song echoing over the lands she had been born in, the lands she had never expected to change like this.

Artemis by Flute; table code from the mentors!

Cypress · 05-15-2012, 02:34 PM

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Word Count → 300 :: I dont know if you’ve talked to Alli at all, but last I heard from her I think we are setting up a place

In hindsight it was clear to see that the signs had been there all along. Even still it was hard to say what exactly had been the true cause of slow death that had befallen the Crimson Dreams pack, now scattered and disbanded. Their numbers had slowly, but steadily declined after the war. Some left for other packs, others seemed to simply vanished, pulled from their numbers by the wanderlust. It truth, it was no great loss to Cypress. He had never been outgoing amongst his pack members and his place in the world had not changed without them. He would always be at his mother’s side.

Along with his mother and brother, Cypress had left behind the familiar lake and orchard for a new home to the northwest. He reckoned it was his mother’s way of trying to move on and the let the past be just as it should be, behind them. Yet his old homeland still called to him, as if there were something he had left behind and so he once again found himself upon the familiar game trails that cut through the woods north of the manor. The scent of the pack still lingered along the borders, though aged and fading. Soon to be washed away by the rains.

The manor seemed eerie now, Cypress thought as he approached. What had once been such a happy place seemed so hollow and forlorn without the pack that made it home. Perhaps it was just the rain and dreary backdrop of the gray, storm sky. Though the closer he drew the heavier the feeling of mourning became. An ache made only deeper by the sorrowful song that came, rather unexpected, from within.

Ears pressed forward at the sound. The voice caused his heart to leap in his chest, for it was voice he had never expected to hear. Figuring that his friend had left, just as the rest of her family had to other lands far across the sea. Without hesitation the brown wolf broke out into a full run. He did not bother to wipe the mud from his paws as he charged up the steps of the porch and left muddy skid marks as he slid across the hardwood floors in what almost appeared to be a controlled fashion. His pace slowed though, as he neared what knew to have been her room, figuring it was the logical place to find her. He paused in the doorway a moment, fur dripping wet from the rain. Missa. A soft small pulling at his lips despite the sadness he felt for finding here, like this.

Walking up her, he gently nosed her neck. ”Come on, now. Let’s get out of the rain, huh? Before we both get sick.” His tone was light and trying not to bring any more focus to all that was wrong in life for the moment.

Cypress by Flute; table code from the mentors!

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