02-21-2009, 08:05 PM
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http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... table2.png);background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;"> Do you mind if this is set on the 22nd hun?Set in Shiloh hills/ Shattered Coast? The beach part South of CD whatever.  pushitinSoran had had a fairly restful night of sleep, a rare blessing in her life. She wondered if it was perhaps that she had spent the past day with her young granddaughter and then Garnet, who had shared with her some wonderful news. Perhaps the fact that she had had such a nice day had allowed her, for once to sleep peacefully, to not wake up five times in the night drenched in a cold sweat. It was rare nowadays that she did not have at least one dream about Rokus, her little red son who she had killed for no other reason than that he looked too much like a perfect blend of his mother and father, she had not wanted to be reminded of the attack on her and he was too perfect a reminder, he had not deserved to die, and her subconcious reminded her of this every night, taunting her over and over with images of him dancing through her head whilst she slept. Hollow was often in her dreams as well, the evil red male would grin and laugh and dance around her, holding their dead son, before attacking her. It was an endless loop of that nightmare most nights, and the ebony fae was more than grateful for the respite of the single night that she had been given. pushitinAnd so when the sun had finally risen and the light had touched her face and awoken her, she had not been annoyed, she had not tried to roll over and get back to sleep, no, she had been too grateful for the one night, too grateful that for once she felt like she had actually rested, she had not wanted to push her luck and had so risen cheerfully. Unsure of what to do she had grabbed her canvas bag and placed in it anything that she might need, her flute, a book and a fishing rod that she had found in one of the empty rooms of the manor, she wondered if she still remembered how to fish, perhaps she would try it whilst she was out today. The lady had stepped out into the warm morning light and had begun to walk, down past the edge of Crimson Dreams, towards the beach. The lady had been missing the beach greatly recently, remembering what it had been like to live there and have the sea at her doorstep everyday, she had adored it, and although now she loved her new pack and their lands, she missed the ocean, she missed the way it looked, the way it smelt, everything. And so she walked, padding through the thick snow that covered the lands, it must have been snowing all night as well as all day yesterday to have created some of the thick drifts that were piled up beside the trees. pushitinThe eboy lady's face broke into a smile as she came upon the ocean, the midmorning sun glinted off it beautifully, creating a symphony of shimmers and glittering light. The beach was littered with snow, most of the sand hidden beneath the white flakes, Soran stepped gracefully onto it, delighting in the way her feet crunched against the snow, and the way the sea glittered. Oh yes, she had missed this. |