01-10-2010, 07:50 PM
The woman had not travelled this much from the pack’s lands in moons, yet she knew there was reason enough for her sparse attention to her home. Jac was probably beginning to miss having a warm body to cuddle up with but she figured in the nights she was gone that he would find something to prove satisfactory, it was in his nature after all. She’d long given up on trying to put an end to men’s flirtatious and destructive ways. Her ploys against Haku had obviously backfired and left her in shambles, Jac had found himself with a multitude of unwanted children and yet that hadn’t ended his carefree browsing among the flowers of the world. A stab of guilt surged through her, knowing that she would have to return home and fess up to the king before long, even if he didn’t want their broad she would see to it that they were raised right. She wouldn’t make the mistakes she’d made last time.
Firefly was surprised to find that her paws had brought her to the edge of lands she hadn’t visited in a long time. Another stab of guilt hit home as she remembered that the last time she’d been here she’d brought Emwe and Conor to hide them from the eyes of their father, a twisted broken plan that left her disgraced in the eyes of her pack. She shuddered at the thought and pressed on, walking the border idly, the scent of her brother long gone from the lands, a sad lonely feeling settling over her as she gazed into the lands beyond, wondering just what her brother was up to. If he’d found his place among the wild folk of the lands once more or if his life had ended shortly upon the battlefield.
She tried to hurriedly push away from those thoughts as she finally stopped, gazing at the strange ruddy dirt road that seemed to meander on through the packlands, wondering who was left in the pack, knowing that DaVinci’s son had lived there, the last of their blood that had stayed behind in Phoenix Valley. She would have stayed if her mother hadn’t ushered her into another pack with plans of her own. Firefly had hated Iskata for it, for allowing DaVinci to stay and yet pushing her away. Firefly would have followed her brother anywhere but when the pack’s leader and her own mother shunned her away she had found a place in her heart to resent the lands that her own blood had called home.
Firefly was surprised to find that her paws had brought her to the edge of lands she hadn’t visited in a long time. Another stab of guilt hit home as she remembered that the last time she’d been here she’d brought Emwe and Conor to hide them from the eyes of their father, a twisted broken plan that left her disgraced in the eyes of her pack. She shuddered at the thought and pressed on, walking the border idly, the scent of her brother long gone from the lands, a sad lonely feeling settling over her as she gazed into the lands beyond, wondering just what her brother was up to. If he’d found his place among the wild folk of the lands once more or if his life had ended shortly upon the battlefield.
She tried to hurriedly push away from those thoughts as she finally stopped, gazing at the strange ruddy dirt road that seemed to meander on through the packlands, wondering who was left in the pack, knowing that DaVinci’s son had lived there, the last of their blood that had stayed behind in Phoenix Valley. She would have stayed if her mother hadn’t ushered her into another pack with plans of her own. Firefly had hated Iskata for it, for allowing DaVinci to stay and yet pushing her away. Firefly would have followed her brother anywhere but when the pack’s leader and her own mother shunned her away she had found a place in her heart to resent the lands that her own blood had called home.