I don't think i know my way back home

Grace D'Angelo · 07-06-2012, 06:19 PM

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Word Count :: 311 Dated 9th July - Lilin PP approved. Jess face, just so you know i suck at starting. Get Lilins butt in here and i'll post with smelly Alaki <3

Blue skies hung brightly over head, reflecting the golden librarian's mood, for the doubted she could be much happier after recent events, her dark knight lingering in her thoughts often like a parasite, one she welcomed with open arms into her life. Even in the presence of one of her Vidings she couldn't stop the smile from smugly sitting upon her lips, nor the content wag of her tail as she drew closer and closer to her own home. A part of her wanted to shout to the skies that he was hers, as ridiculous as that may seem it thrilled her and scared her in equal amounts to the point she was growing more and more distracted from tasks that required her attention.

One such task was the reason that she and the women beside her were making the trip down to the cave dwelling pack, although she was still curious as to why the women had agreed to come with her the company was pleasant enough thus far. “So what do you know of Anathema?” raising an eyebrow towards the female, it only occurred to her then, as the borders and the caws of the crows came into both sight and hearing range, that he previous packs reputation wasn't the best and many canines held a poor view of that side of her family. Not that all of what was whispered was lies, just a lot of it, for most of the canines in Anathema were nothing more then over grown pups prone to screwing up.

Pausing a distance off she threw back and let ring a howl through the lands without warning, caring little for excessive manners for within her mind this was still her home, still a part of her life and the blood through her veins was tied to those who lived within the lands forever.

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Lilin Soulstorm · 07-11-2012, 11:43 AM

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Word Count :: 370 Im here, Im here!

It had been her request to accompany Niernan's love interest on her trip out west - both women had been blissfully oblivious to each other's existences until that dreadful day when Colibri had washed up on the shores of the Grand Lake; bruised and beaten with a shattered self-esteem. There, in the midst of all the turmoil, she had noticed one or two individuals bearing her pack's customary Frithr necklaces. Grace D'Angelo had been one of them. Thus far, they'd gotten along nicely - female bonding would be beneficial to both women; in reality, Lilin found herself quite intrigued by the former Anatheman and the 'coup de foudre' between her and Niernan. Their companionship on this little trip would not only reinforce their ties with another pack, it would also serve as an opportunity to trade little trinkets here and there. Ultimately, the males back home hadn't been too pleased about letting two of their cherished females leave on a roadtrip of sorts but neither Lilin nor Grace had cared much of their complaints. They were two; they could fend for themselves.

''Not much. I met Naniko once. I had to deliver news of... her children's father, Barrett.'' she answered vaguely, feeling a familiar sense of melancholy washing over her at the mention of her former friend. It still puzzled her how he'd managed to hide the existence of three boys from her, despite their close relationship and the fact that they had actually resided on the same property for many moons. Having lived most of her life as a loner, Lilin had no knowledge of intra-pack gossip and rumors. Anathema was just another pack to her, neither good or bad. Their alphess had been cordial, and the blonde trader hailing from there hadn't struck her as a possible threat; odd and worthy of caution, yes, but nothing more.

Mediterranean irises lifted towards the sky, ears twitching with the beckoning of the crows. Their conversation, however sparse it had been, dwindled down to nothing upon their arrival. While the Virding remained silent, Grace answered their chant with a howl of her own. Lilin could only watch - waiting for someone to intercept the Vinattan women at any given moment.

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Alaki · 07-23-2012, 12:35 PM

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Word Count → 287 :: Will post on Grace in a sec :p

Grey ears folded back against loosely tied up hair, the Angelo groaning audibly as the image of the women popped into his mind as her howl echoed through the lands. “You going to answer her dad?” Aoi questioned from her position sprawled across her father's bed, Saigai perched upon her folded legs. Father and daughter had spent some time in-between the crow keep and his quarters, doing some light work with the crows and overall just spending time with them and enforcing bonds between them; although they were in some aspects lesser beings, the storm samurai hoped to keep himself and his pack in the crows good books, by providing for them and treating them with respect for the work that they did. Sighing he pushed off from the wall he wall, sword banging lightly against his leg with the motion as he turned and left the room, waving a hand silently back to his daughter in response.

Although the call hadn't been all to specific he personally answered it anyway, quickly taking to familiar routes and arriving on the scene within a fair amount of time. “Grace. To what do I owe this... pleasure, and whom would your companion be?” his voice was strained, no attempt made to hide his complete lack of joy at seeing the golden women; it wasn't that he disliked her, it was more around her he found himself somewhat lost. Everyone else listened to him; Grace... she answered back and after previous events he had never been able to bring himself to do anything about the whims of the women. Beyaz's claws tightened on the samurai’s shoulders, the bird recognising the golden women but unsure of the presence of the stranger.

Grace D'Angelo · 07-29-2012, 09:09 PM

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Word Count :: 369 Ugrh. OMG. This post sucks sooo much. BUT I POSTED xD

Pursing her lips she simply hummed somewhat at the woman's response, unsure exactly what to say about this. Naniko had looked after her greatly during her time within Anathema and she owed much to the white pelted women, to the point she found it oddly awkward to talk breach the subject of the woman's loss, nor would she participate in idle gossip about the Angela. Thankfully the rest of the journey to her previous home was in more or less companionable silence and the call she sounded upon reaching the borders was answers quickly, leaving little room for anything else.

Lifting her arms she folded them across her chest, holding herself neither completely submissive or dominant. She was who she was, a neutral party standing upon now foreign borders. Her intention had been to treat the visit with a fair level of maturity, considering her new alpha was also present with her it didn't seem... appropriate to act like a misfit of any kind. Yet, the grey-tonned Angelo's words stuck a cord within her, a playful grin slipping across her lips and her mouth opening before she could stop herself. “Why Alaki. The way you were speaking you'd think I. Well, perhaps locked you in a room for awhile and left you there. So good of you to greet me with open arms” her voice was silky soft, a purr almost much like that of her newly acquired kitten. With her greeting given she inclined her head towards the black and brown women, leaving the rest to her and showing the male that the women was her superior through the small display.

It only occurred to her that much of her past was a mystery to her new pack, given the history of Anathema one could perhaps completely misunderstand the words she said to the other; truthful as they were, but there was a more complicated reasoning behind them other the a malicious attempt to lock her superior in a room. Thinking matters over for a moment she dismissed her worries, concluding her new alpha was free to think of her as she wished. The golden woman had no intent to defend herself if the wrong conclusion was reached.

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