May 04, 2016, 07:55 PM
(This post was last modified: May 05, 2016, 07:23 PM by Braely.
Edit Reason: Taking into account the BWP :)
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Going to make this a one-off post to establish Braely in the area of SC.
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Brae was weary of travel. She had, since fleeing Snake River, gone through fits of starting and stopping, traveling and staying, resting then leaving. Presently she had wandered for several weeks, leaving the wretched thing at Sweetgrass, then pushing to the north and west. The mountain crossing had depleted her of any fat remaining on her body; only her teats still swayed beneath an otherwise sunken abdomen.
The peaks had been treacherously slippery, all melting ice and shifting earth, and the last of several small rockslides had sent her tumbling down a sheer rock face. There she had earned the scrape that ran along the back of her head and the right side of her neck, where fur had come away along with flesh and left angry scabs in its wake. Solid ground, then, was a blessing from the gods, and Brae sent to them a silent but pious thanks as she strode through a great damp wood. It seemed to be struggling to flourish for spring despite the locusts that swept through in phases.
Loamy soil, thick with moisture, gave way beneath her tired paws, and she had a number of scrawny squirrels and undernourished birds flushed from the young greenery without really trying. It was a more pleasing land than those she had just trekked through , but troublesome to the two year old was the vague scent line that she occasionally crossed paths with. It was an immature and as yet not fortified border marking, and yet it was enough claim that Brae wouldn't tempt a pack's wrath by poaching.
Irritable to have found such lands only to be taunted by a fledgling pack's pissline, Brae frowned and veered away from their borders. By the scent of them they were no strong clan able to afford her price, nor protect her if Basile should pursue her on a whimsy or if he caught word of their unwanted whelp. And yet when a howl quivered from deeper within, an invitation to feed, caught in the mist between the trees... Brae found herself wishing she could accept its summons.
It was not meant for her exactly, but that didn't mean it couldn't be, and not all bargains had to be in the long term. Charcoal ears flattening back to her nape, Brae lifted her head to issue a tentative howl of her own. I come with no threat on my tongue but an offer, if you'll see me.
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Brae was weary of travel. She had, since fleeing Snake River, gone through fits of starting and stopping, traveling and staying, resting then leaving. Presently she had wandered for several weeks, leaving the wretched thing at Sweetgrass, then pushing to the north and west. The mountain crossing had depleted her of any fat remaining on her body; only her teats still swayed beneath an otherwise sunken abdomen.
The peaks had been treacherously slippery, all melting ice and shifting earth, and the last of several small rockslides had sent her tumbling down a sheer rock face. There she had earned the scrape that ran along the back of her head and the right side of her neck, where fur had come away along with flesh and left angry scabs in its wake. Solid ground, then, was a blessing from the gods, and Brae sent to them a silent but pious thanks as she strode through a great damp wood. It seemed to be struggling to flourish for spring despite the locusts that swept through in phases.
Loamy soil, thick with moisture, gave way beneath her tired paws, and she had a number of scrawny squirrels and undernourished birds flushed from the young greenery without really trying. It was a more pleasing land than those she had just trekked through , but troublesome to the two year old was the vague scent line that she occasionally crossed paths with. It was an immature and as yet not fortified border marking, and yet it was enough claim that Brae wouldn't tempt a pack's wrath by poaching.
Irritable to have found such lands only to be taunted by a fledgling pack's pissline, Brae frowned and veered away from their borders. By the scent of them they were no strong clan able to afford her price, nor protect her if Basile should pursue her on a whimsy or if he caught word of their unwanted whelp. And yet when a howl quivered from deeper within, an invitation to feed, caught in the mist between the trees... Brae found herself wishing she could accept its summons.
It was not meant for her exactly, but that didn't mean it couldn't be, and not all bargains had to be in the long term. Charcoal ears flattening back to her nape, Brae lifted her head to issue a tentative howl of her own. I come with no threat on my tongue but an offer, if you'll see me.
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Fire starts with matches - by Saēna - May 02, 2016, 09:41 PM
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RE: Fire starts with matches - by Casmir - May 04, 2016, 02:01 PM
RE: Fire starts with matches - by Braely - May 04, 2016, 07:55 PM
RE: Fire starts with matches - by Chosovi - May 05, 2016, 01:03 PM
RE: Fire starts with matches - by Saēna - May 07, 2016, 08:04 AM
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