December 27, 2014, 03:49 PM
ooc: I will backdate this to 25. December, if that is ok with you.
It was time for Osprey to leave - the fear of leaving the territory, the rush of panic every time she heard (or thought she did) the footfalls of the deer, the occasional nightmares of her being amidst the stampede - those demons hadn't left her entirely. They were still present, still living, but for once she had learned to gain control over them rather than let them rule her. The pull to return home, where her friends and whatever was left of her family waited, had grown too strong for her to resist. She couldn't stay here any longer than she had already. She had to go, she had to return.
However, it would be impolite and ungrateful for her to go without thanking those, who had taken such good care of her. Therefore she was seeking out Ragnar - the white beast - who had been first to find her and offer a place to stay. He was the spirit of the pack just as much as Thistle was and she hoped that - just in case she didn't happen to meet his mate - he would forward her words of gratitude. Osprey had found her way to the place, where Ragnar's specific scent was the strongest, but feeling unsure of, whether calling him out would be the right thing to do, she sat down and waited.
It was time for Osprey to leave - the fear of leaving the territory, the rush of panic every time she heard (or thought she did) the footfalls of the deer, the occasional nightmares of her being amidst the stampede - those demons hadn't left her entirely. They were still present, still living, but for once she had learned to gain control over them rather than let them rule her. The pull to return home, where her friends and whatever was left of her family waited, had grown too strong for her to resist. She couldn't stay here any longer than she had already. She had to go, she had to return.
However, it would be impolite and ungrateful for her to go without thanking those, who had taken such good care of her. Therefore she was seeking out Ragnar - the white beast - who had been first to find her and offer a place to stay. He was the spirit of the pack just as much as Thistle was and she hoped that - just in case she didn't happen to meet his mate - he would forward her words of gratitude. Osprey had found her way to the place, where Ragnar's specific scent was the strongest, but feeling unsure of, whether calling him out would be the right thing to do, she sat down and waited.
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Deep in the silence - by Osprey - December 27, 2014, 03:49 PM
RE: Deep in the silence - by Ragnar - December 31, 2014, 08:18 AM
RE: Deep in the silence - by Osprey - January 02, 2015, 01:49 PM
RE: Deep in the silence - by Ragnar - January 10, 2015, 03:11 PM
RE: Deep in the silence - by Osprey - January 11, 2015, 04:52 PM