February 27, 2022, 09:28 PM
Open to anyone, though mainly for any remaining members of the Saints.
A cough erupted from the silence. She was back.
Leigh had never planned on returning, but here she was, sitting in a familiarly unfamiliar place. This was once her home, as were the canyons. And though she longed to see the beautiful red sand and tall dusted rocks, she could never bring herself to view them with such joy and innocence again. It would never be the same.
She often wondered what became of the wolves she grew to know. Endre had disappeared, much to her dismay. Another broken heart, though the woman wasn't particularly worried. If her old friend wanted to venture off on his own, she'd be content as long as he was safe. And that wolf had a knack for surviving, so her worries remained at a bare simmer.
Derg and Arlette? Leigh hoped, oh so hoped they were still doing alright. Last she saw them they had a little pack of furballs of their own to take care of. The two made a sweet pair, and she was happy for them both. And if something had indeed happened, she could only pray it had been a swift and clean death, and that the two were reunited in the afterlife.
And then there was the phoenix, the white wolf. Nyra had been a kind but somewhat distant friend. The two rarely spoke but enjoyed each other's company nonetheless, even if there was nothing but silence to share. Leigh had grown to develop mixed feelings for the warrior. As time went on, she found herself disagreeing with more and more of her friend's actions, but she also couldn't deny the little place in her heart that still cared for the woman's wellbeing.
So much had happened. Leigh may have had a bad set of lungs and a failing heart but her memory remained strong. She often dreamt of meeting Kynareth for the first time, and in her nightmares history had changed and instead of following the tiger back to his home, she remained alone but spared from further hurt. The images of Aya's death still sat in the corner of her dulling eyes. Leigh made sure she'd remember the innocent wolf's name. Even the dead deserved that respect, and she doubted the others even remembered what the victim looked like. Aya was someone to remember, the dragon would give the poor girl as much love as she could.
Then there was Simmik, the pups, the war... The war, what ever happened? Kynareth often spoke of a war but the woman had yet to see such a battle. Had it occured while she was away? Did she miss it? Was that the reason why she hadn't run into any familiar faces? Because they had perished?
Well fuck. That sucks.
But even after all of that, after the good and the bad, her heart still swelled just thinking of Donovan. Kynareth was... okay. But her heart truly belonged to the wolf he once was. Leigh knew their chances of being real, true friends, was small. Their relationship would never be the same. Besides, he had his own family now and she doubted he'd ever give that up for her; a basic, sad, unkempt, and bitter wolf.
The dragon was no beauty. Even if she once was, those days were over. Lets just say, being sick didn't do wonders for her charm.
So for now, she sat. In the middle of nowhere. Wondering if her friends were still alive, wondering if they were doing okay. Wondering if she'd ever see Kynareth again. And wondering if the tiger's son had survived, and if so, if he remembered her.