She was back to wandering, it seemed to be an endless circle. She would find someone to talk to, find someone to help, and then she would move on. It was getting tedious, her thoughts were an endless tumble.that brought her no closer to happiness. Maybe she could find it if she went back to the place @Evergreen built, maybe a pack allied with the pack of knights.
She shook her head as she thought of all the places around. She did not feel she fit in anywhere, maybe some place new. She wanted a purpose but she did not know how to find it, maybe she should start a place of her own. A pack that would be a place she and others like her could fit, maybe she was just grasping at far away dreams.
Golden eyes looked up at the dreary sky, the only sun around was the color of her eyes. Rain had been falling for a while now, could she find a place to shelter before the next storm rolled in?
She shook her head as she thought of all the places around. She did not feel she fit in anywhere, maybe some place new. She wanted a purpose but she did not know how to find it, maybe she should start a place of her own. A pack that would be a place she and others like her could fit, maybe she was just grasping at far away dreams.
Golden eyes looked up at the dreary sky, the only sun around was the color of her eyes. Rain had been falling for a while now, could she find a place to shelter before the next storm rolled in?
stað þar sem þú tilheyrir
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July 21, 2020, 05:20 AM
Pippin sought many things in life now. His wayward tendencies had served him decent enough in his more youthful years, but with the birth of Meerkat, it raised an underlying desire within him—one that was denied to him, and thus, one of the prime reasons the Ostrega had determined it was time to settle… and on his terms, now.
Grey clouds rolled overhead—the perfect setting to his mood as he stole across the slightly familiar lands of the glades. His visitation to Rising Sun Valley has been brief, and his answers within solidly founded. He did not wish to return there. The vague memories he clung to were still too painful, and so the Hinterlands had drawn him back, and it was in this region he felt most at home.
His eyes glanced up, his attention suddenly stolen by the wisp of sand and gold fur. He paused, considering the moment before he moved closer, announcing his presence with an uttered ‘woof’ to garner attention. It seemed he was not the only contemplative beast in the glade this day.
Grey clouds rolled overhead—the perfect setting to his mood as he stole across the slightly familiar lands of the glades. His visitation to Rising Sun Valley has been brief, and his answers within solidly founded. He did not wish to return there. The vague memories he clung to were still too painful, and so the Hinterlands had drawn him back, and it was in this region he felt most at home.
His eyes glanced up, his attention suddenly stolen by the wisp of sand and gold fur. He paused, considering the moment before he moved closer, announcing his presence with an uttered ‘woof’ to garner attention. It seemed he was not the only contemplative beast in the glade this day.
July 21, 2020, 04:37 PM
She had never been an heiress. That was her sister's right. She was the one that looked like their father, had his size, had his ruthless personality. She was the one that their stepmother liked more than her petite form or her brothers ruby eyes. Her sister had been the only one that had his coloring, the silver and black of the night, the cold blue eyes that showed she was of the north. Worthy of the fra Nordri name. She and her brother got his markings with their mother's flair, her sandy fur and her eyes. Well, Sindri got her gold where her brother got her insane sister's red.
Again she shook her head, she should not dwell on the past. She did not need to think of her lost brother or her happily wed sister, her eyes continued to look at the roiling heavens. The perfect condition as it matched her mood but she was not alone, a sound roused her attention.
Her gaze fell from the sunless sky to a man with colors of the lost sky, golden and beautiful. It would seem she was not the only one that found this storm comforting. She gave him a gentle smile, one of warmth and welcome. "góðan dag .. ah.. good day gulldrengur." She corrected herself with a nickname, how long had it been since she spoke to someone?
Again she shook her head, she should not dwell on the past. She did not need to think of her lost brother or her happily wed sister, her eyes continued to look at the roiling heavens. The perfect condition as it matched her mood but she was not alone, a sound roused her attention.
Her gaze fell from the sunless sky to a man with colors of the lost sky, golden and beautiful. It would seem she was not the only one that found this storm comforting. She gave him a gentle smile, one of warmth and welcome. "góðan dag .. ah.. good day gulldrengur." She corrected herself with a nickname, how long had it been since she spoke to someone?
stað þar sem þú tilheyrir
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August 23, 2020, 10:07 AM
The stranger’s gaze roved the sky above until he drew her attention to him—commanded it with the announcement of his presence. He was partially expecting to be met with a critical glance, perhaps even a snarl and bristled hackles. Instead, diminutive and gentle, she cast him a welcoming smile, and Pippin almost found himself perplexed at the prospect of it.
At first glance, he felt a creeping shame to find youthful beauty. Only as his eyes grazed over the swell of her hips and graceful curves did he realize she was only small in stature—and his mind shut down any further thoughts from such a dangerous matter.
The language she spoke fell from her lips and drew a quirked brow from the tawny rogue. The corner of his mouth tipped in light amusement, garnering that from her stance that whatever language she spoke to him, she wasn’t insulting or angered.
“I would ask you what that all means, but I can’t repeat it without butchering it,” he determined. So he stuck simply with: “So I’ll give you a ‘heya’ right back.” He paused, clearing his throat, forcing himself to look away from her momentarily. “You from around here? I’m Pippin.”
At first glance, he felt a creeping shame to find youthful beauty. Only as his eyes grazed over the swell of her hips and graceful curves did he realize she was only small in stature—and his mind shut down any further thoughts from such a dangerous matter.
The language she spoke fell from her lips and drew a quirked brow from the tawny rogue. The corner of his mouth tipped in light amusement, garnering that from her stance that whatever language she spoke to him, she wasn’t insulting or angered.
“I would ask you what that all means, but I can’t repeat it without butchering it,” he determined. So he stuck simply with: “So I’ll give you a ‘heya’ right back.” He paused, clearing his throat, forcing himself to look away from her momentarily. “You from around here? I’m Pippin.”
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