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[Urma]

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OOC: ::Word Count:: 500+       The rain seemed to have been going on for days. Its ceaseless rhythm transformed the lands into a grey, desolate landscape, filling the alabaster female with dejectedness and gloom. She had shed her Lupus form in favour of her Optime shape, so as to avoid getting her coat matted with mud and the cold raindrops; she wore a warm orange and purple gradient cloak, clearly visible against her monochromatic background. She was quite satisfied that she had found it in the city only a few days before-- this would stop her from feeling the full force of the cold rain, despite her general avoidance of clothing items. Across one shoulder she had slung her satchel-- it contained the book she was reading, a few sheets of paper and a couple of crayons. The sunflower she wore in her hair, as well as her rainbow beads felt oddly out of place in the face of her upsetting surroundings, yet she tried to let that thought pass; it would do her no good to remind herself of the desolation around here, lest that would somehow trigger the one inside her. Although it was beyond her power of self-restrain not to think about where Pilot was on such a weather, whether he was well or not or at least had the luxury of even a makeshift shelter, she didn't want to plunge headfirst into a worried state-- she knew only too well that she couldn't do anything to help Pilot even if he was in need of that. All she could do was collect her thoughts and try to seal them safely deep within her, where they would not hinder her capacity of functioning normally.       While her musings had clearly absorbed all her concentration, her legs had taken her all the way up to the Skip Caves. It appeared that her feet had known better than her where to find shelter from the cold, unforgiving wind and so she gratefully sought refuge in the nearest cave. It was spacious enough and, had the hard rock of its structure not reminded her, the pearl femme would have asked herself why she hadn't chosen this as a home. She sat down on the cold rock, her legs folded like a pretzel and rummaged through her satchel, taking out her book-- a collection of folk tales and legends from either Roman, Greek, Scandinavian or Egyptian mythology. So far she found the heavy novel an interesting read and so gladly turned to the page where she had left off, where a beautiful black feather, with blue hues, neatly sat as a bookmark. She put the feather aside and began reading, her eyes never once leaving the book, not even when the determined rain outside sent some poor little animals from one tree to the other. As the tales collection slowly took its grip on her, she vaguely realized that her reading had quickened in pace after she had unraveled the secrets of novel after novel simply to pass the time.

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[Ares Chance]

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443 words~ Unlike the humans who had preceded him, Ares tended to wear less clothes during wetter weather. He never really thought of clothing as a functional sort of thing; Tokyo and Princess both seemed to believe it was purely ornamental, and his own beautiful set of pastel dress shirts would just get messed up and mud-splattered if he had them on now. So instead, he was quite naked, insofar as a wolf really can be. His mottled gray and black fur was soaked through and plastered to his skin, but rain or not he had managed to catch a rabbit, so he was happy enough. Said rabbit currently dangled from left hand as he wandered towards the caves. He tended to avoid them as a matter of principle, but he didn't want to get his bedroom in the Manor all wet, it was nice to have a dry warm place to come back to at the end of the day. It was just the caves tended to remind him a lot of his childhood, of living with Tokyo. She had some strange attraction to living in caves, which was definitely peculiar given her fondness for being pampered. Well, it wasn't his business anymore, it no longer mattered in nor affected his life. Well, except of course these lingering traces, these stains on the fabric of his soul that faded but never disappeared completely. Ares didn't have his usual wandering supplies; he didn't want his poetry journal to get wet. Anyway, he had been writing too much of it lately, he was getting a little burnt out. Some of his deep poems about the darkness of his soul sounded a little repetitive, not up to his usual quality. He'd work them out later, but he was trying to enforce a few week break on himself, hard as it might seem, it was really for the best. Entering the cave, a fresh scent of a pack-mate dragged his feet in the direction of company. A white female wearing bright clothing was sitting, engrossed in a book. A bright sunflower in her mane shot Ares straight through the heart, sucking him back instantly to the moment he had moved into the Manor, to Mati and her sunflower painting on the door that he passed so often, an immutable part of the barrier between the two of them. "Whatcha reading?" The shabby looking adolescent asked as he approached from behind. He liked to read, even if he didn't do too much of it anymore, what with all the time he spent writing. He had finished the book Princess gave him for his birthday, at least. It had been pretty awesome.

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