Noctisardor Bypass wound three times her little throat around

oh, how bored she was. 
the dark woman sat curled tightly against the downpour, the spitting rain driven bywind. at the base of a poplar did she watch with narrowed eyes the rain fall ever down, waiting as gradually it ceased. she was still, unmoving, almost lost amongst the storm save for the odd patch of darkness that was Circe. she knew it to be the way of the world to throw something interesting her way, another role to slip into. she did not have to seek it out, no, it would come to her, eventually. 

she had been alone for much of the winter, travelling without direction. here she had ended up, for now, though she knew not where life would take her next. and she found herself not caring especially of what might occur- only hoping that it might be something interesting. 

the rain abated to a spitting mist, and then the dark wraith gracefully uncurled from her position beneath the poplar and moved onward, finding that the ground beneath her paws turned steadily to stone and rocky earth. it was after some time that she scented the border, and it was there she paused. was this the interesting thing that the world sought to throw her way next? she considered, briefly, whether to turn away and seek out something else or to find the border and slip into another guise. perhaps it was a moment of impulsiveness that had her step smoothly into movement once more, move toward the border and the scents. and it was there she stood, and let a howl fall carelessly from her maw as her mind worked, considering, planning.

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@Gwen