In her tomb by the sounding sea

Ember Phoenix · 05-15-2012, 10:36 PM

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AW :3 And this is an accurate depiction of what Ember can typically be found wearing.

Night was falling upon the lands quickly, the sunny parts of the trail darkening to match their shadow counterparts as she rode slowly along. She hadn't expected to get this far, having thought that she would hit AniWaya sometime the next morning. It seemed as if her memory had failed her when it came to distances, though; so many things had changed in the year and a half since she'd left AniWaya. There were unknown packs everywhere she turned and some familiar ones as well - she had been mystified to find that Crimson Dreams had disbanded, but had noted that Inferni was still stinking up the northern parts of the peninsula, along with Anathema.

However, as much as things changed they also stayed the same. She had been able to recognize more and more as she'd ridden closer to her old pack's lands, determined to see if the pack was still in existence. Bayard had seemed to recognize the area as well and had found quite a few of the old pathways that they'd taken in the past. Perhaps that was how they had managed to arrive in such a timely manner, luperci and horse. She halted Bayard as they neared the borders, unable to keep a smile off of her face as she looked into the lands beyond. They were still here, all right. Ember lifted her muzzle, sending out a low howl so that she might be noticed.

After a few moments, a thought came to her. She did not smell Dawali, a fact that both startled and made her wonder; what would the tribe be like without him leading it? Her smile drooped at that thought. Things were probably very different, now. Ember dismounted Bayard next, standing beside him. She made an effort to straighten herself up, pulling at her long red skirt to rid it of wrinkles and tightening her weapons-belt, which held her sword and daggers. She then attended to her brown and white stallion, beginning to brush him as the pair waited.

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Frodo Silvertongue · 06-09-2012, 06:06 AM

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Hohum. Long wait, ano. Btw, Ember's new avatar is dabomb. Can't believe how good you've got! wc; 343

The black and ginger male scurried along on elegant paws. The paws betrayed him, however, as he seemed to be a little clumsy today. He was in lupus, that was probably why. He hadn't been in this form for such a long while, he'd forgotten what it felt like. Odd, he supposed. He enjoyed having opposable thumbs, but then again, he seemed to be so much more agile in lupus. The rather short young man was enjoying his walk thoroughly, as he skipped around fields and boulders and grass. There was a smell of something odd and familiar in the air, he noticed, but he paid no heed of it until the howl struck his ears.

Frodo stopped short, cocking his head to one side. The howl wasn't a threatening one, but he supposed he'd have to take a look anyway, to be sure that the guest didn't have a sinister intention. That, and he was just always friendly. His fluffy ears flopped against his skull, fur plastering to his body as he ran full speed to wherever the call had came from. It was actually getting quite dark, he noticed, so he was careful with his footing, treading carefully but as swiftly as a deer. If one was to take a tumble in the dark, it could mean for a nasty outcome.

Up in the distance, his vibrant green eyes spied the stranger, and a horse by her side. She seemed to be either stroking it or brushing it, that he couldn't really tell in the shadows. The cold winds had rose slightly by the time he was at her side, and he found himself slightly chilly. Nice utility bat belt. he commented with a grin, his eyes watching the weapons around her waist. He was unarmed, so just slightly cautious. He eyed up her brown and white horse - gelding or stallion, he couldn't quite be sure - and then flickered his gaze back to her again. Wotcha, Jeeves. Yer on Ani-a-wayan borders fer a reason, or jus' snickersneeing yerself through?

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