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Life doesn't have to be perfect - Eek - Sep 24, 2015 Since I have no idea how this might pan out I'm giving it a go IC'ly :) No real rush.
[dohtml] we stopped checking for monsters under our beds
when we realised they were inside us Magnolia Glen. She had to get back to the Glen. She had seemingly left them without a word. That damn mountain pass! She had travelled south and there was still no way around. But she would be damned if she didn’t make it back to them. There would be new children to dote on, she could only assume Borlla’s injuries still plagued her. Her original plan could still work! Yes, all she needed to do was find them. East she had travelled, towards the mountain, keeping it to her left shoulder the closer she got. The memory of how pained she had felt when she realised her way was blocked pushed her to attempt to cross through the heights. It would be no less of a challenge but as fortune would have it, perhaps she wouldn’t have to go all that far. A familiar scent teased her nose, brows drawing down confused as she considered the implications. She travelled with her head down, following on the white wolf's trail, only pausing when she hit the wall of scent that warned her this was hallowed ground. Her skin itched as she processed all the unfamiliar scents amongst those that laced about. Her docked tail tucked as the cogs turned in her head. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea after all… But she owed him an explanation. Stepping back, her posture fell, her spine curved and her ears sat flat against her skull. She tipped her muzzle back and beckoned @Phineas forth. She had finally made her way home. RE: Life doesn't have to be perfect - Phineas - Sep 25, 2015 [dohtml] [/dohtml] RE: Life doesn't have to be perfect - Eek - Sep 26, 2015 [dohtml] we stopped checking for monsters under our beds
when we realised they were inside us He moved towards her, a ghost of the past. Her joints liquified as she folded down submissively, her stump of a tail waving so furiously that her entire back end vibrated. Her ears were pinned against her skull, her tongue snaked across her nose as her head dipped, her body rocking forwards to greet him but freezing when she remembered just how long she had been gone. He remembered her name. “@Phineas.” the response was barely a whisper, submissive grin concealing her teeth as she crept closer, still staying clear of his personal space while searching for some hint that she might still be welcome among the ranks of his pack. “I never meant to leave.” she breathed, her appearance had never been one of a well kept wolf but now she was positively skeletal, the fur over her shoulders and hips sticking out wildly, making her appear half feral although she was still well within her mind. “I went to search for ginger, and scrub pine for Borlla.” she began to explain, neglecting to add her want to gather whatever nightshade she could carry to keep the leaders mate dependent on her. “The storm. I couldn’t get back. The mountain was impassible.” her voice had taken on a pleading tone. “I never forgot about my family… I got lost trying to find a way around. To find a way home.” Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him, her body having lowered so drastically during her explanation that her chin almost rested in the gravel at his feet. It would only take a gust of wind to knock her over. RE: Life doesn't have to be perfect - Phineas - Oct 05, 2015 [dohtml] [/dohtml] |