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Letters to the Dove - Rouce - Jul 25, 2013

For @Elettra <3
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rouce melif
in the heart you are the safest

Rouce was accompanied by the clouds on this journey south. Finally fleeing the odd stranger Muerda, she let the churn of dark sky lead her on to the next destination; hopefully proving more invitational than the last. She could hardly make sense of the world like this - the lack of direction, the drive forward into reins that wouldn't support. All of it screamed she was pointed right into the forest of nowhere, running headlong into the bark of a tree she couldn't find. It was dizziness trying to find where she was headed. Everywhere her glassy gaze turned, her stomach roiled foully with an indecisiveness that was dispositive and her pace began to lag with every heart-stumbling step. Rouce failed to predict that a new start could be this difficult.

She was always brought to the fire, it panicked her, brought her to a place where her instinct was dominant and she could rely on her rawest most organic tendencies to stray her. Rouce, the strange child of fire was so oddly out of the comfort of controlling herself. Yet if asked, she could be sensible enough to lead a patrol in unknown territory with half the effort of hauling only herself. The girl didn't like being alone to make decisions, however she was sure enough that parting with Muerda was a decision putting her in the safest direction.

Rouce's panic grew quiet as her tongue lolled over the side of her mouth and she drew to a halt. Her clear eyes aimed outward and around observing though quick pants a forest that seemed to radiate an accumulation of life. It almost hummed around the pads of her paws, quivering unexpectedly as though deeper in the ground Earth rattled beneath her. It was subtle yet sensible, and definable enough to slow her. The life that buzzed around was almost entrancing. She was enticed beyond her bounds. 'It's lovely,' she thought, sitting down, curling her wispy tail around her paws. She enjoyed it for a moment, wondering continuously what it meant for her next steps. Surely fate decided something for her here.


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RE: Letters to the Dove - Elettra - Jul 26, 2013

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A venture from the willows of her home had brought her into free land, this time not trailing the low lands of the dangerous mountains, but north, where the scent of the Swift River wolves and their markers had all but faded away. A curiosity tugged at the Leading woman in wonder of the pack of wolves that had lived here lead by a pair known as Corinna and Ice. Though the pack was in close quarters with her own, rare did she encounter these wolves savor by a woman she knew as Cali, an ally of her in her own manner. Now with the pack gone, fighting for food supply with Whisper Cavern did not exist. They had the more western region to explore (and more north, though Elettra did not known Grizzly Hollow was gone yet) and Elettra had the east to herself, with Secret Woodlands straddling far at the top of the 'old lands' of Relic Lore to themselves. The three allied packs would thrive, this was for sure, with plenty of region to share and have their own alike.

Something of wonder was within the Sacred Grove as she passed into it, feeling the power of the lands at her paws as she sniffed at the old borders from the man she had once stood beside as 'Lead' in war. It is here the dark coated woman begins to wonder aimlessly, her hunger of knowledge slate with the understanding that the River wolves had packed up and left, though where too, she was uncertain. Something in her told her they were on the other side of the mountains now but with growing children at home and she being not only an only parents, but only Lead, she had no intention of straying far. Seeking only to meander now that her goal here had been complete, the woman acres back around, moving throughout the grove about another path and it is here that she sees the rusty colored woman. She stops, suddenly, for in a quick instant her heart races and her excitement is left ablaze at the thought that the wolf she was seeing now was her former member, Reed. However, a double take and a sniff of the air confirms nothing of the sort. Not only was this wolf larger in girth, it was a she.
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