It's The Similarities That Bind Us
01-10-2014, 04:53 AM
She was mentally wrapped up in a whirlwind of ideas and emotions. Odette had once again grown restless by being on the isolated piece of land known as Valhalla's new location. This explained why she was out and about near the Eastern borders. The beach itself was a welcoming sight to see, for she had childhood memories of playing along the shore of Alacritis. It wasn't the same stretch of beach, but she enjoyed the pleasure it brought along with her memories all the same. The early morning air was fresh, but still held a hint of winter trying to stay. Needless to say, the temperature was brisk, and Odette was enjoying it. Her tail wagged behind her lazily as she trotted down the shoreline, picking up random bits of obsidian-colored sand grains as she went. Her eyes twinkled, but the merriment was cleverly hidden behind red and blue walls. She was trying to be more like her father in regards to hiding her emotions, but it was hard when Ocena was her mother. Odette's vivid images of her puppyhood and her parents spinning in her mind made the nine-month-old slow to a complete stop. The waves of nostalgia and familiar emptiness of not having Gargoyle and Ocena around consumed her once again and she didn't fight it. The merriment that was hidden turned back on itself and she let the sorrow appear in her opts. Why did they have to leave her and her siblings without so much as a word? And the rest of her family...where, too, had they gone? It was all so overwhelming, especially if you included the family Odette had gained when Chrysanthe had taken her as her daughter. Her ears folded against her skull and she proceeded to walk down the beach with a hanging head. Her woes were temporarily put at bay when she caught the scent of something familiar: blood. Ears unfolded and pricked straight up as her attention focused on where it was coming from. Like any type of pup, she was curious and her head rose from its depressed state as she gave a quick jump to her walk. Her paws trotted lightly across the black sands until she reached the source of the blood spill: a gull. Odette's eyes widened and she slowly took in the details of the harsh ending to the bird. She noticed the broken foot and the neck that helplessly hung in a curved fashion. Her eyes then searched the surrounding area as she pondered why it would be left out in the open when it was a perfectly edible meal. That was when she noticed it -- a set of paw prints left in the sand. Odette's defenses rose and she immediately thought, 'TRAP!' She knew it was probably too late to leave, so she stood tall and reclined to her haunches next to the bird. Clearing her throat, she covered her bases and made sure her guards were up before speaking to the salty sea air, "Oh. The poor bird. Who would do such a thing?" in a mocking tone of despair and panic. Oh, the irony. Talk like this |
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