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Okay, I’m Sick



Actaea

Loner

age
6 Years
gender
Female
gems
103
size
Extra large
build
Light
posts
148
player
Bluetick

Samhain 2022Halloween 2020 - Witches Hut
01-30-2019, 09:12 PM



It was quiet as she moved through the territory. It seemed things around this area were lacking in life, but she found this winder weather was making that happen an awful lot lately. The pack was busy, but it seemed most of the hustle and bustle was close to the dens of the two new mothers. She was traveling close to the borders today, something driving her to run right along them. So much had happened within the first year of her life and just when things had settled more drama stirred the emotions she had tried to hard to bury. Father was back, yet he never came to look for her, part of her wondered if he even cared about her anymore. She remembered that he would always say Praetor's stick together, but he had broken that. He abandoned her. Uncle claimed he had said he left her and the pack in uncle Acere's care, but he had knowledge of the hunting trip him and Ignis had taken, with no planned return date.

She sighed trying to push down her thoughts as she quietly moved over the snowy landscape. Uncle had saved her and uncle had brought her and Ignis to this pack that provided the chance to live, to learn, and to thrive. She was still uncertain of her other siblings, other then Domina who had been recently killed by their father. Dominus and Casso she had no idea what had happened to them. She still found herself missing how life originally was, when mother was around and father was in good mental health, but Actaea couldn't complain about living here within Abaven. She had a mentor that was teaching her more then she could ever imagine and she discovered that a female can very will lead a pack and hold high ranks. It empowered her intelligent self that she could someday be something more powerful.

Plus living here she breathed easier and things were a lot more brighter. She still had her uncle and she still had Ignis. Through all this trauma and dark things happening she had the both of them and that is more then she had the night the coyotes closed in on her. It was the new normal of her life and she was..... okay with that. She still had some fear of what was to come now that father was back and jealousy etched away at her heart as that damn Tyranis seemed to be father's favorite, but she would survive, she had so far.

As she moved on she could spy something in the distance, a hulking figure sitting on the loner side of the border marker. Her healer's nose picked up the smell of old blood, with a slight hint of new blood. Her eyes narrowed as she slowed her pace. Something was familiar, yet so entirely strange about the figure that she stared at it intensely. Something pulled her to draw closer and she did. Slowly moving forward to close the distance, yet staying on her side. When she was close enough to see the face her eyes widened in surprise and shock.

"Cass?" she questioned.

He looked a lot different from the last she saw him, but of course she did to. Now that she was a yearling so no longer held the runty stance she had as a pup. Long legged, elegant, and graceful she stood on her petite paws. Sure she was still fairly lightweight looking and had some filling in to do, but she finally looked like she belonged to the large Praetor line.

"Speech" & 'Thought'



Boris the Boar and Lorenzo the opossum are assumed to be with her at all times.

Note: I do not have a reference of her scars yet, please refer to her appearance section of profile to read about them