Silver Creek To build a home

@Grayson @Addison @Harrison or any of ye lovely Rosings peeps <3
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It had been a harrowing and lonely journey that the maiden had undertaken since the revolt, which left Oryx and her step-sisters scattered and fending for themselves. For nearly 10 months, Oryx had been travelling South, from the cold Northern winter and her birthplace in the Rocky Mountains and as far away as she could get from a place haunted by memories she would rather forget. And after all that had happened, she had been the lucky one, compared to her sisters and especially her mother and step-mothers. The travel had created a lean, hungry animal out of what had once been a beautiful and soft creature though despite the hardships of living on her own she still retained a sort of elegance in her petite frame that resonated in the careful but graceful way she moved. 

Winter had come around again- how had the summer been so fleeting? And she found herself craving the company and furthermore, the direction of others. She had been a kite without a string, wandering with the breeze and no tether to guide her from harm. Now she needed a safe harbour, something she believed existed even though she had not necessarily experienced. But her mothers had spoken of such a life, leaving her with sweet dreams and aspirations of intimacy and friendship once more. 

As she reached the creek to drink, she caught the scent of a few wolves- ones whose scents mingled together and she felt herself marvelling at the mere idea of having a family- a real, traditional family- of her own. The whispy faerie whined to herself quietly, insecurity seeping into her mind, presenting itself in the form of back-turned ears and widened, silvery-blue eyes. She wanted a home...But was it true? Could such a thing exist?