she's quiet when she's down strangers from other towns
nowhere to be found on this side of the scene
Hello, everyone and anyone welcome, Soran needs to get to know some people! Set forward to the 5th of October. WC: 503
It was pre-dawn, the light seeming grey and cold as the lands began to awaken. The birds that had survived the storm seemed to be returning to the lands, their cheerful singing filling the air, signifying that the morning would soon be upon them. The grass was glittering with dew. Soran had already been awake for at least an hour, she had arrived home late last night and had padded into the den silently, curling in the space that her and Deuce had used to share. She had not slept well, her dreams attacking her over and over again, nightmares about it being all of her fault that Deuce was missing, images of the pale female being injured or finding herself lost over and over again. She had been having nightmares ever since she had found out that Deuce was missing and so she was once again lasting on almost no sleep, not that that was something that she was not used to, she often slept for only a couple of hours a night. The ebony pelted female stretched as the cold breeze rustled through her fur as she stepped out of the den, giving a slight yawn as she did so. Jade eyes scanned the land and a small smile played on the sable female's lips as she noticed what an excellent job her pack mates had done with clearing the lands of debris after the hurricane; had she still been the Beta of the pack then she might have praised them, as a subordinate she still might, they really had done an excellent job. With the exception of one small area in the lands that Soran had noticed the night previously.
With surprising grace for a female of her age the dark lady padded to the area that she had wandered past last night on her way back to the den. Here the trees branches had been broken and scattered across the grass beneath. Twigs and sharp pieces of wood littered the ground, some of the trees here still had limbs hanging from them, half broken but not quite free of the trunk, a couple of them were completely snapped in two. The sable female looked around and decided on a course of action, helping clear the pack lands would alleviate some of her guilt, at least she hoped as much. The four legged lady stretched once more and begun the shift into her bipedal form. Her legs lengthened and moved so that she could stand on just her hind ones, the sound of bones creaking accompanied this. Paws became hands and feet and a long, curled mane fell down her back, almost to her elbows. She smiled as she looked down at herself before marching towards the small patch of destruction with what seemed to be a renewed sense of purpose. Her plan was to pile all of the wood together and then think of a good use for it. Soon enough she was lost in her work, completely absorbed.
Tali glared at the destruction that fell on her wonderful flower field. Trees had fallen as crushed most of the flowers, and the winds had plucked most of the others from their homes. She whined before moving towards the middle of the beautiful carcass. Some dead flowers danced around her as she trotted, and soon she sat as gazed at the damage. One beautiful blue flower was all that remained Tali rose and padded towards it. It looked wonderful, the sole survivor stood proud and tall amongst it's dead family.
Tali didn't dare touch it, and left it in its pride as she walked away from her field. She leaped over some fallen trees, and looked around the forest. It looked like a battlefield, tree fallen and branches scattered. Tali quickly shifted to her Optime form and began to collect as many twigs and remains of the forest as she could. Piling her fill into a small hole, she buried them away and on top, placed a single sapling. She smiled and continued assessing the damage. A horrific sight stop her in her tracks, it was a small rodent, perhaps the size of her fist. It was dead, but didn't look injured. It had possibly been hit by falling branches. Tali approached it carefully,
"You poor thing." She whispered. She gently moved its limbs from being scattered to straight and dug a small hole. She curved her claws around it and placed it in the hole and covered it. She whined quietly, before hearing a rustle. She turned to see a fellow wolf, but not one she recognised. Her happiness returned as she bounded towards the new face.
she's quiet when she's down strangers from other towns
nowhere to be found on this side of the scene
No, no not at all, in fact I'm very happy that you joined WC: 537
The ebony female loved these lands very dearly, they were her home now after all, even when she had left to find Blind's killer these were the lands that she had thought of. When she had been delirious from the infection she had dreamed of coming back here so that she could be with her family again. When her old pack had looked after her when she was healing, when they had held a party for her birthday, even then she had wished she was here, that she was home. She had to admit the lands had lost a little of their charm, their sparkle now though, what with Deuce being missing. It saddened her to see such areas of beauty, especially this lovely flower glade, somewhere that she perhaps loved the most in the lands, in this state, but she was planning on rectifying this today, even if it took her all day and well into the night. She was absorbed in this work, it was almost cathartic; perhaps it would help her standing in the pack, make them all see that she was here for the long run and not just ready to run off again at the first sign of a problem; yes this should show them that Soran did indeed love these lands and this pack and that she wanted to be here; she wasn't planning on going anywhere else in a hurry. It was true that she wandered, she was a creature that had always liked to explore, to meet new wolves and experience new cultures, but these lands were home to her, they were the place that she came home to a night, to metaphorically hang her hat. As she moved, lifting and bending to move the larger branches, adding them to her pile, her necklaces clinked together, she wore them both constantly, her only human items that were always with her. One was a piece of flint, the piece of flint that had pierced her hand one day, causing her first ever shift, it lay on her chest on a strip of leather, coloured beads and feathers adorning the plain brown strip. The other was her symbol of mate-ship to Deuce, a silver pentagram on a thin silver chain, long dexterous fingers stroked it gently as Soran paused in her work for a moment. Oh where was she? What had happened to the alabaster female that had held her heart for so very long?
A sound behind her caught her attention, the dark lady turned quickly, her green eyes settling on a small wolf running towards her, a girl with fur that was a mixture of reddish and brown hues. A smile tugged at the ebony lady's lips as she watched her approach. The very tall sable female smiled and gave a small wave as the younger girl approached, catching the scent of New Dawn emanating from her as she came closer. Once she was in speaking distance Soran gave a small bow of greeting, a smile still playing on her lips. “Hello there friend! I am Soran Aatte, have you come to help tidy up?” Soran called, raising her head once more to look at the russet coloured female.
