10-18-2009, 06:20 PM
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yay, i get to rp with you again! it's been too long. <333333. 376 words Tokyo had waited too long to try and track Princess down. At first, she had just expected her wayward daughter to return after calming down a bit. She frequently left the den and even the packlands, but she had always always returned. Then it had taken her a while to follow up on the one lead she did have; Colibri ended up knowing nothing. And Cercelee.. Cercelee had told her her daughter was kicked out. And now it was too late, too difficult for Tokyo to find her faint scent, to track it down to any definite location. She knew that Princess couldn't come back to Dahlia de Mai, but that didn't mean that she could never visit her daughter. She had probably stayed in the area, right? Which meant she had likely joined another pack, if only she could figure out which. Poor girl, stranded from her mother, forbidden from the lands and unable to even send a note to say where she could be found. She stood right outside the border of Dahlia, gazing out across the neutral territory before her. Tokyo didn't leave the packlands much, and she wasn't too sure she really intended to now. For the moment, it was enough to idle along the borders, seeking out the faint trails of her daughter's scent, trying to figure out in which direction they ran, trying to discover which was the most recent. Tokyo had waited too long! All of them were faint, old, timeless, fading. She was shifted, wearing a light turqouise dress that some human ages ago had diligently embroidered with small flowers of darker shades of blue. Her golden-brown hair was loose and well-brushed as always, flowing luxuriously just past her shoulders, being teased gently by the wind. It was dry for the moment, which was why she had decided to actually wander a bit today. Tokyo smoothed out her dress and sat down on a rock near a little patch of yellow flowers. Picking up a few, she idly began tearing the petals off each one, letting them drift gently from her hands to land in a puddle near her feet. She felt restless, but had no idea what she wanted to do to unwind. Nothing really sounded very appealing. |