firing line

*Kalypso* · 04-23-2013, 11:52 PM

BURN SKIN AND BRAND WHAT ONCE WAS MINE

She came from the North. Riding the night like a faithful steed, it was the wind that heralded her arrival at the cusp of the territory. Darkness seemed to be her greatest friend in these unknown lands. They shrouded her presence and kept her safe from any harm that might try to befall her. Creatures passed by without a second glance at the shade. Perhaps it was for the best of both parties ? a mutual disinterest that kept alive those that participated. But ? unlike the meeting in the red forest ? this journey was not one to be savoured. The Darksidy woman did not linger in her graceful steps across the lands of Alacritia. These were pointed and favored the creeping darkness as her highway.

Kalypso had heard of the existence of some of the packs that dwelled here. This pack simply happened to be closest, and seemed to be the most interesting. Of course, she was not interested in joining. Instead, the woman was more interested in doing what she did best ? gathering information. Information was power in this world of politics and society. Kalypso lived and breathed the dirty laundry of others. It was the basis for which she survived. In fact, she thrived. She had heard a few things from the voices of Beherit and Rivera. Things that interested her.

A merle ghost moved across the peripherals of the valley. Hidden by the edge of night and dawn, her body was hidden by shifting, mid-morning shadow. Her paws flirted along the banks of a small stream, knowing that it was this stream that lead to the heart of the territory. The scent of the territory was rather strong, all-encompassing and over-compensating. Her nostrils flared and an amused snort escaped. They were not nearly on par with those she had come across. This valley was peaceful, cut off by mountain ranges and desperate cliffs. They certainly did not flirt with death like others she had come across. The banshee halted her journey forward to rest easily at the borderline of the territory.

Her cry rang out ? full-bodied and commanding. It was not the call of a ranger, but a woman with business interests. She wanted to know what lay within these walls of stone and earth. What sort of material made up the wolves that lived here? Kalypso eased back in her place beside the stream. Her muscles relaxed in the posture of repose. All she had to do now was await the riding cavalry.

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