anybody home?
06-18-2014, 10:41 AM
The alabaster lass had returned home, finally, after a little wandering and getting used to her home's new places and faces. A few packs had arisen in her absence, but she had yet to encounter any of them. Slowly, the petite femme would cross the familiar borders into her home. The familiar musk of the mangrove and all it's humidity welcomed her, swallowed her up in memories of times long past. Her siblings, were they still here? Her mother and father, were they well? Had her family forgotten her? Her dainty pedestals struck the moist, springy terra with an easy, fluid kind of grace. Her silken plume swept across her heels, but couldn't help wagging a little out of excitement and nervousness. She would get to see them again, and that was wonderful. Crimson and golden hued optics scanned the treeline, seeking a familiar face that did not appear. Soon, her paws were unevenly landing upon the roots of mangrove trees, trying to draw up the memory of her previous ease at walking upon them. It had been so long, and mangroves weren't exactly a common sight in the world. Eventually, her paw slid on an especially muddied root, and she tumbled headfirst into the murky waters. They lit up with a flash of blue brilliance, announcing her presence even more than she might have been doing before, and the giantess couldn't help but laugh. An embarrassed, throaty chuckle escaped from her maw, and the wolfess couldn't help but feel like a pup again. Clumsy and accident-prone, it was a wonder she was alive at all. Shit like this happened way too much, a stubborn streak a mile wide forced her to push herself into situations she knew would not end well. Rising from the water, she shook out her thick ivory derma. Her tiara would shake in derision, her own idiocy a wonder even to her sometimes. Deciding to just roll with what had been thrown at her, she trotted through the shallow water towards what was the main clearing where the pack resided, as far as she knew. Mismatched audits remained perked, standing at attention to capture any warnings that she had stumbled upon someone. Small fish scattered from her as she plodded along, dual toned optics seeking that which might not be found just yet. She stopped, realizing that she might not be brilliant in doing this after all. What if Ludicael had been taken over? The new leader or leaders might not be pleased to find the daughter of a once upon a time healer in the pack wandering about the territory in search of her family. For a moment, she looked to her rear and pondered returning to the borders. But the scents of her family, and their familiarity and strength, pushed her to continue. If someone had a problem with her finding her family, she would tell them right where they could shove it. So off she went, trotting through the waters that lit up with every impact of one tea cupped paw, wondering if there would be anything better than seeing her family's faces for the first time in forever. Speech, |