The Red String of Fate

The older that she grew, the more that she began to wander. Dusk wanted to travel. She wanted to see things and learn about different cultures. The world was out there, she just needed to make her way out into it. From the stories that she'd been told, Dusk knew that there were wonders just waiting for her to find them. She wanted so badly to find them!

The obsidian wolf moved through the fjord, picking her way carefully over the rocky terrain. One paw out of place could send you tumbling down the mountainside. With as many spindly trees as there were, you were bound to hit at least one or two... or ten. That simply wouldn't do, so Dusk was careful. Claws dug into the earth with each step, carefully carrying her around the edge of the fjord. She was moving towards a very specific place. From where she'd stood, the fae's blood orange eyes had spied a somewhat flat piece of land in the center of the woodland. It looked like a stone shelf in the middle of nowhere. To Dusk, it seemed like the perfect place to rest and take in the scenery.

In time, the shadowy lady arrived at said shelf. It was surprisingly clear of trees and even clear of the pebbles that littered the ground everywhere else. Perhaps the wind had swept this empty place clean? Either way, she wasn't complaining. Dusk settled down upon her long, lean stomach, paws hanging over the edge of the stone. The fae's long tail shifted, curling around her side, Whisper making a slight hiss as she did so. A sigh of content left the fae and she brought her chin down to rest upon one foreleg. The view was beautiful and she planned on simply enjoying it for a while.

"Dusk Carpathius"