Return of the Shadow

Whrist

@Kynareth Deagon she needs to report in on her mission

I've been feeling un-inspired lately I'm a spice this up

Night blanketed the earth holding it in a cool embrace, the crisp night air was still, and only if one were to listen hard would they finally hear the skittering of life as it moved on even in the middle of winter. This dark night sat a lone figure it’s breathes coming out in a heavy mist that hung in the air, before dissipating slowly.

Whrist's wanderlust had been satiated for the time being and she had returned the this place not to long ago. During her outing she found that slowly her heart had called her back here, This was a first for her she had never had a place to go, nor a purpose beyond what was to fill her belly then next day. At least she had not had a purpose since she had exacted her first taste of revenge from the flesh and blood that had dropped her upon the earth.

This was a strange yet pleasant feeling, she had found more the pack though her thoughts had turned toward ‘him’ and in her traverses across the territory she got to claim as her own as long as she called this pack her own, she had not yet found the grandmaster. She needed to report in, and find out if she had indeed failed in her mission.

She hoped whatever intel she had might yet be useful but she couldn’t help but frown at herself before she sat and looked up to the sky, the moon was full and bathed the night in it’s soft white light.

She sighed as she stared up at the moon, perhaps she would find some wisdom there if not some smattering of peace. Without thinking, her blue orbs closed and her voice lifted, carrying a song to the moon, her long howl, melodic and yet throaty as she sang a long and lonely song, it was akin to the howling she did as she had traveled alone from the snow capped peaks into the lower warmer climate.