08-03-2009, 04:44 PM
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The sky was a light shade of blue, announcing a beautiful day. Urma had slept in, tired after returning from Halifax, but finding that there was no place she could rest in better than at home. Even if she wasn't one to like waking up later in the morning, she understood she had to from time to time, especially after forcing herself to journey up to Halifax when she had only just returned after a more soliciting journey. It was odd how she judged time only as 'before leaving to find Pilot' and 'after returning and not finding Pilot'. It seemed unlikely that she'd be capable of getting it out of her head. If the daytime gave her something to do, such as patch up around her den or hunt for small meals or run around enough to tire herself for a quick nap in the afternoon, or even volunteering help around the Mansion, trying her best to be useful without getting into anyone's way, the night left her looking at her pack members from a distance as they each turned to their favourite pastimes, or to their loved ones. On more than one occasion she had unwillingly stumbled onto Kansas and Savina, and had simply turned away so as not to disturb them, her heart shrinking, her ears pressed against her head and her tail between her legs. On those occasions she'd take to the land and chase around ghosts of her past, and she'd only head back to her den when her muscles ached enough to threaten to bend under her weight. Once there, she'd spend a couple of hours grasping for every word she could remember that Pilot had ever uttered, staring blankly at the stars overhead, wishing desperately each night that there would be one she could wish on.
Now she was on her way to find a substantial prey. She had only just returned after meeting Naniko, and her appetite was perked up, mostly due to her journey. She decided to take a few laps around the clearing she usually used for this specific purpose, if only to warm herself up enough to be able to jump on anything she might encounter. After about 10 minutes, she fell to the ground, rolling around in the grass to let her fur absorb the few remaining drops of dew. She then lay low in the tall grass, calmed down, yet still on edge, inviting any unsuspecting animal closer. The soft breeze felt good on her back, and it helped flatten her fur to her body, seeing as otherwise its crisp colour would have made it visible against the raw green and earthy brown around her. Being able to do something always gave her a sense of accomplishing something other than blocking herself away from any possibility of living outside her memories of Pilot. Though he was always on her mind and occupied the biggest space in her heart and head, she knew that for short periods, she needed to give herself some sort of escape route. So, patiently and quietly, she waited, knowing something was bound to show up soon, as this had never failed to prove to be a fruitful place.
The sky was a light shade of blue, announcing a beautiful day. Urma had slept in, tired after returning from Halifax, but finding that there was no place she could rest in better than at home. Even if she wasn't one to like waking up later in the morning, she understood she had to from time to time, especially after forcing herself to journey up to Halifax when she had only just returned after a more soliciting journey. It was odd how she judged time only as 'before leaving to find Pilot' and 'after returning and not finding Pilot'. It seemed unlikely that she'd be capable of getting it out of her head. If the daytime gave her something to do, such as patch up around her den or hunt for small meals or run around enough to tire herself for a quick nap in the afternoon, or even volunteering help around the Mansion, trying her best to be useful without getting into anyone's way, the night left her looking at her pack members from a distance as they each turned to their favourite pastimes, or to their loved ones. On more than one occasion she had unwillingly stumbled onto Kansas and Savina, and had simply turned away so as not to disturb them, her heart shrinking, her ears pressed against her head and her tail between her legs. On those occasions she'd take to the land and chase around ghosts of her past, and she'd only head back to her den when her muscles ached enough to threaten to bend under her weight. Once there, she'd spend a couple of hours grasping for every word she could remember that Pilot had ever uttered, staring blankly at the stars overhead, wishing desperately each night that there would be one she could wish on.
Now she was on her way to find a substantial prey. She had only just returned after meeting Naniko, and her appetite was perked up, mostly due to her journey. She decided to take a few laps around the clearing she usually used for this specific purpose, if only to warm herself up enough to be able to jump on anything she might encounter. After about 10 minutes, she fell to the ground, rolling around in the grass to let her fur absorb the few remaining drops of dew. She then lay low in the tall grass, calmed down, yet still on edge, inviting any unsuspecting animal closer. The soft breeze felt good on her back, and it helped flatten her fur to her body, seeing as otherwise its crisp colour would have made it visible against the raw green and earthy brown around her. Being able to do something always gave her a sense of accomplishing something other than blocking herself away from any possibility of living outside her memories of Pilot. Though he was always on her mind and occupied the biggest space in her heart and head, she knew that for short periods, she needed to give herself some sort of escape route. So, patiently and quietly, she waited, knowing something was bound to show up soon, as this had never failed to prove to be a fruitful place.
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