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ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year - Dawn - January 27, 2019
[forward dating to the 29th, AW!]
there was something utterly foreign about being in a pack that was not her own. she been part of Morningside since it's birth to it's ultimate disbanding, and it had been her life, her heart. being one of Rannoch's wolves ("Lost Creek Hollower" was awkward and wordy) sharpened the burn that came with the absence of her own home. in an effort to stop dwelling on the fact that she very much felt like a fish out of water among these wolves, she woke early that morning to wander the territory, mapping and making not of game trails and caches she came across.
her muzzle hung over a cache as she drew in the scent of it, gaze already seeking out landmarks before moving on at a slow pace. she'd welcomed dozen of pack members in the past, and it was utterly strange to be the new face herself; unease at the strangeness of it all huddled tight in her chest. she paused in her step and huffed at a disturbance in the ice-crusted snow, someone had taken down prey here, not too long ago. it awakened hunger in herself, but she kept moving, unwilling to take from the cache before she'd contributed to it.
there was something utterly foreign about being in a pack that was not her own. she been part of Morningside since it's birth to it's ultimate disbanding, and it had been her life, her heart. being one of Rannoch's wolves ("Lost Creek Hollower" was awkward and wordy) sharpened the burn that came with the absence of her own home. in an effort to stop dwelling on the fact that she very much felt like a fish out of water among these wolves, she woke early that morning to wander the territory, mapping and making not of game trails and caches she came across.
her muzzle hung over a cache as she drew in the scent of it, gaze already seeking out landmarks before moving on at a slow pace. she'd welcomed dozen of pack members in the past, and it was utterly strange to be the new face herself; unease at the strangeness of it all huddled tight in her chest. she paused in her step and huffed at a disturbance in the ice-crusted snow, someone had taken down prey here, not too long ago. it awakened hunger in herself, but she kept moving, unwilling to take from the cache before she'd contributed to it.
RE: ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year - Mona - January 31, 2019
it was not something she could ignore any longer. the girl's instincts rang true: she was pregnant, and the seawolf upon the coast was the one who had fathered her children.
the last several days had been spent in abject misery. between vomiting and frequent trips to relieve herself, mona had merely laid in her den and wished to take it all back. but of course she could not. the small bit of mint she had saved from gannet's offering was her only redemption, and she chewed a piece of it now, gingerly.
hunger, ironically, drew mona from her shelter. she made her way quietly between the silent trees, nearing the closest cache. too weak to hunt, it had been a handful of time since she had contributed, and for the same reasons the stalwart hesitated.
that, and the fact she was not alone. a lovely she-wolf stood opposite her, silver-cloud and gilded eyes. mona was immediately ashamed of her bedraggled, sickly appearance, and mumbled a low "hello" as she dropped her gaze in consternation.
the last several days had been spent in abject misery. between vomiting and frequent trips to relieve herself, mona had merely laid in her den and wished to take it all back. but of course she could not. the small bit of mint she had saved from gannet's offering was her only redemption, and she chewed a piece of it now, gingerly.
hunger, ironically, drew mona from her shelter. she made her way quietly between the silent trees, nearing the closest cache. too weak to hunt, it had been a handful of time since she had contributed, and for the same reasons the stalwart hesitated.
that, and the fact she was not alone. a lovely she-wolf stood opposite her, silver-cloud and gilded eyes. mona was immediately ashamed of her bedraggled, sickly appearance, and mumbled a low "hello" as she dropped her gaze in consternation.
RE: ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year - Dawn - February 06, 2019
the woman was a shadow of what the huntress imagined her to be at full health; yet she was beautiful all the same, tucked waist and slim build made carefully and delicately. painted with the same hues that had brought destruction to the plain, she seemed ashamed of her prescence here, gaze downcast. though the biting question at the woman's tongue was what's wrong?, she instead echoed the greeting, flume waving softly at her hocks. "I'm Dawn." no distinct sick-scent wreathed the woman, at least none she could recognize, and she indicated the cache with a loose swing of her muzzle. "are you hungry?" she doubted company was the reason for the woman's prescence here, and yet she did not make directly for the slim offerings of the cache.
RE: ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year - Mona - February 12, 2019
sooo sorry for the wait D:
"i'm mona," the firebrand replied, smiling gently at the pretty newcomer. noting how dawn had taken the role of gracious hostess, one the mayfair herself should have assumed given their places in the ranks, she returned the brush of her plume and nodded. "i've ... been a bit under the weather. food would help."
stepping forward, the girl lowered her slender muzzle to unearth a wood dove from the cache, glancing with murkwater curiosity toward dawn as she backed away. nodding toward the remainder of the contents, mona sought to encourage the other to take whatever she wished, if she was indeed reticent about such things.
stepping forward, the girl lowered her slender muzzle to unearth a wood dove from the cache, glancing with murkwater curiosity toward dawn as she backed away. nodding toward the remainder of the contents, mona sought to encourage the other to take whatever she wished, if she was indeed reticent about such things.
RE: ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year - Dawn - March 06, 2019
she committed the name and face to memory; not difficult for the woman's pelt was so distinctive. "I'm sorry," she offered, lacking the skills to make any diagnosises or offer help. instead, she tood back and watched the woman take a pale-feathered wood dove, hunger gnawing. when the woman indicated for her to take something, she shook her head lightly. "it wouldn't be right for me to take without contributing, first." she offered as justification, muzzle urved slightly. despite her apparent illness, the woman moved with an easy, sliding grace. "how long have you been part of the Hollow?" she asked gently, curious.
RE: ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year - Mona - March 10, 2019
she wished to argue gently with the other, to insist she take something all the same, but mona found she did not have the energy even for a friendly confrontation. "about three months," mona murmured between bites, self-conscious to eat in front of someone not also having a meal. "the pack in which i lived, bearclaw valley, dissolved, and we joined the hollow to survive."
finished, the mayfair willed the meat to stay put, blinking murkwater eyes at her companion. "you're new," she observed lightly. "what brought you here?"
finished, the mayfair willed the meat to stay put, blinking murkwater eyes at her companion. "you're new," she observed lightly. "what brought you here?"
RE: ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year - Dawn - March 22, 2019
she settled more comforatbly on her haunches, ignoring stoicly the hunger that flared at the sight of the disheveled woman tucking into the bird - she'd had worst. she nodded at the woman's answer, having not previously heard of the pack and wondering how long it had stood. mona withdrew from the meal; the bird had been quick to disappear into her maw. the observation was accepted with a slight dip of her head, it was obvious her scent had not lingered here long. "something similar. my pack sometime following a fire; I'd left to search for the missing. after a few months on my own, I found Rannoch and he invited me here." a brief, clinical description off all that had occured. there was a bitter taste on her tongue at the thought that she'd been able to summarize months of loss and grief in a few sentences. she meant to ask another of the light questions that lingered, but only swallowed in an attempt to wash away the bitterness.
RE: ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year - Mona - April 01, 2019
sick and turned inward to ruminate upon her own stresses as she was, mona did not miss the brevity of dawn's sentences, nor the torment that must have overcome her at the knowledge of the fire. of course, she was merely projecting, but if losing her packmates to flames had brought her here, the woman was lucky to be alive indeed.
"you've had a hard time of it," mona murmured, grateful that no such tragedy had befallen her own family. "the hollow is a good place to live and rannoch is a kind leader. they all are, but he's my favorite for that," the cardinal joked gently, hoping to lighten the mood somewhat.
"you've had a hard time of it," mona murmured, grateful that no such tragedy had befallen her own family. "the hollow is a good place to live and rannoch is a kind leader. they all are, but he's my favorite for that," the cardinal joked gently, hoping to lighten the mood somewhat.
RE: ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year - Dawn - April 07, 2019
she continues to say that the hollow is a good place, and Rannoch is kind. she dips her muzzle in easy agreement, for even though she finds it difficult still to think of this foreign place as home, it is a good territory. "Rannoch's a good man. He's offered me good advice in the past." she remembers her flight from the plains and his understanding fondly, despite the stress of that time.
the thoughts brings to mind her original purpose, and she dips her head. "I should go - I've been meaning to add what I can to the caches." smile curves her muzzle, and she adds, "it was good meeting you, Mona." she that, she turns and makes her way to the open part of the hollow, hoping to fulfill her obligation as quickly as she can.