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@Antigone :D I was thinking a Naturalist thread, but its up to you where this goes!
Amber didn't stray far from the safety of Silver Creek, but as the days wen't by and the more she thought, the less she really wanted to be "home". Thoughts of Dagfinn flooded her at first, but she stopped halfway to where they'd met before. It wasn't that she was overly tired - even if the hormones raging through her seemed to weigh heavy - she just didn't feel like now was the time. It was early, yes, and there was always the posibility that she was sick, but come on.... She'd mated twice with Grayday while she was in heat. There was no way she
wasn't pregnant. But telling Dag he
could be a father was much different than telling him for sure she was: maybe it was the guilt of her manipulation that kept her from her mate, or maybe she was really just hoping Grayday would show up and didn't want to go far. Either way, she stopped at the basin in which she'd finally returned to Spring - too bad she didn't want to be under the rule of her sister anymore.
Sprawling on her side with her paws dipping in the water, Amber's ocean eyes ventured up to the setting sun. So many options came from this situation: she could stay here despite her feelings, raise her kids as Silver Creek members; she could wait until Grayday came for her and go to Silvertip - whether or not the pups were still in her belly or they needed to be carried. The most appealing choice was, however, one that'd popped up just on her walk here: why not start her
own pack? Grayday would lead beside her, should he come - Dagfinn she wasn't even sure would come, but if he did, what would happen? So many thoughts in one brain - Amber loosed a sigh and dipped her head to drink.
thank you for starting!! ♥
It was a proud woman who carried herself against the world. That's what her mother had taught her, anyway. Against public opinion and scorn, the ones who walked the tallest had all the power of the moon, if a little less. As an oracle's student she'd never faced too much scrutinity, but she'd always tended to flirt too much, carry herself a bit too highly; gossip was fun in all forms, even when it was about yourself. Her mind tended to wander to all those old rumors and little lessons as she walked, even before she'd come to this place. From the shining sands to her path through the green, Antigone couldn't keep her mind off of the home that she'd left behind.
Oh well, though — it had gotten boring. Her family had understood that, at the very least.
She's just about to pick up to a trot, to, and prance her way back through the bright green valley toward where she'd come from — that is, until she nearly barrels right into someone! The grass had suddenly given way to the bank of a lake, and the shadowy girl had to reel about on her thin legs before she stepped on her company's tail. Darker than she, a full shadow on the cool earth. Woops. "Sorry, sorry," and her voice lilted with extra care, ears flattening against the top of her head. "I wasn't - uh, paying attention, I guess." Very eloquent, Anti, ten points.
After drinking her fill, Amber closed her eyes and just let her mind wander - she didn't notice the approaching scent of another. It was bad of her, consitering she was leaking pregnancy hormones and in a very vunerable state, plus away from the pack - but her lesson was soon upon her at the pain streaking through her spine. Ocean eyes snapping open with a yowl of pain, Amber's head swung around to deliver a warning snap - she was lucky the raven-feather fae heard her apology, as Amber made sure to miss by a long shot. Scrambling to her paws and shaking out her pelt, she shot a look at the other female. It'd hurt like hell, but there wasn't any real harm.
"It's okay - I can't say I haven't done the same thing. I'm Amber."
Had she managed to step on her? She hadn't meant to! The dark girl's ears flattened as she only stumbled backward from those snapping jaws, frowning briefly at the traipse of her own feet. And she thought she'd been careful! She was almost more thankful for her moontouch than she could imagine; being so dark, like a shadow on the ground, it was no wonder she hadn't barrelled the poor woman into the water!
A stinting, honeyed laugh managed to weave, if a little awkwardly, from Antigone's lips as the woman seemed to settle, though she didn't move much closer than where she had been directed, a good two feet between them. Amber? A pretty name; she knew that hardened amber was a good thing for many healing spells and trinkets, and if you could find anything in them, you were as good as immune to harm. "Antigone Demos," and there she was, officially introduced to the entirety of the Wilds, her name now in the air for percievably forever. One more immortality point. Concern bent her brow, and she let her golden gaze fall to the woman's changing figure, though what ailed her wasn't so obvious in sight (she could barely see her at all) but more in her scent. "Are you all right? I mean..." Not just the step, is what she meant, though she was loathe to say it out loud in case of another snap of those jaws.
Streaking her tongue through her mussed up tail to smooth the fur, Amber grumbled lightly to herself - but she definatley understood that her ravenfeather fur blended in with shadows, especially in the night. A laugh brought her eyes back up, and at once she felt bad for snapping at Antigone. Amber opened her mouth to apologize, but the paler woman was asking if she was okay. There was more to it than her tail fur, she knew, but it took a long moment of giving the stranger a confused look to realize she meant her scent.
"You mean my scent, right? Cause my tail is fine."
Smiling, Amber hummed softly under her breath in happiness. Unaware of Antigone's thoughts, the Ciel was glad to wave her condition proudly in the air.
"I'm pregnant - you're smelling the change in hormones."