Great Bear Wilderness i am the clown with the tear-away face.

Dear @Peregrine -- If you have time some night in the future, would you like to watch horror movies and spree this thread with me? <3

She's in some forest I made up somewhere near the Caldera WHOO!

Once upon a time, there had been a Fin and a Finn.

They'd spent perhaps twenty minutes together once, and yet when they had been parted, they had both walked away and missed one another. When weeks later, Finn had ended up standing beside Fin at a pack meeting, Fin had felt a happy stirring in her heart that she'd immediately masked as being totally freaked out and irritated. And weeks after that, when they chased the stars together and fallen asleep together as they danced overhead, that same stirring had been there, this time masked as part of the dream she'd fallen into when it began as they'd snuggled close to one another. Finally, another couple of weeks went by, and they'd met again. This time, Finn had saved her from her worst fear, and the stirring was so intense it had seemed like it would burst free from her chest. So, she'd turned it into excited play and had run away.

Finally, there was there last encounter. When Fin's dearest friend announced that he and his mate were leaving to start a new adventure. Adventure; it was something she and Finn had always shared a love of. And yet, as Fin had stepped up to join them, Finn had looked away and denounced her friends, had denounced her. The stirring was there still, but this time being crushed beneath a disappointment turned anger that she hadn't understood at the time. But as the days went on since then, the look on his face had begun to haunt her more and more. And with it, it grew harder and harder for her to put a different label upon the stirring of emotions that crept into her head and her heart over and over again as his olive eyes trespassed upon her thoughts over, and over, and over again.

So, Finley tried new means of escaping. Into work, into play, into all sorts of things--both food and bad for her. Today, it was something she couldn't quite decide the nature of--whether it was good or bad. She knew who could tell her though, and she had tossed her head back to send a call up onto the wind for him to join her, hoping greatly that it would reach him in this place she had found herself.

This, eerie, eerie place at the far edge of Lake Rodney (had they really named it that?) where a cluster of dark elms towered towards the brilliant moon that shone overhead. A thick mist covered the lake and seeped in between the dark trunks of the trees, giving Finley the feeling of claustrophobia as it tightened around her throat and crept into her lungs. The ground was thick with low-lying shrubbery and a peculiar sort of fungi she had never seen before. It was this patch of mushrooms that caused her to call for her alpha, for once he had mentioned something like this. And thus, he was the only one on this dark night that could come and explain to her what this bizarre feeling was that had started creeping over her from the moment she'd swallowed her first bite.

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