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Hiding From the Unknown



Callisto

Loner

age
5 Years
gender
Female
gems
106
size
Medium
build
posts
254
player
Anais
02-21-2015, 01:41 AM (This post was last modified: 02-21-2015, 06:04 PM by Callisto.)
CALLISTO
Walk | Talk | Think

She had not gone quite as far as she had first planned when she left Ebony. In those first panicked moments, merely getting out of the den she was sharing with Maximous had been the goal, but it had quickly escalated. Outside of the den became on the other side of the lake, which became on the other side of the territory, and beyond the territory. At first she was unaware of where it was that her lean grey legs were carrying her, but somewhere deep in her subconscious her old hiding place called to her. Before she realized it she had ended up not clear on the other side of the Alacritian continent but just beside her pack's lands, nearly at her old den site on the Stone Steppe. She prayed before she reached it that it would be empty - Max likely had not touched the place since he had found her there and so it would have been open for the taking - but it was as she had left it, and desperate she reclaimed it again.

Time had passed, and though her stomach growled she was reluctant to leave the shelter. If she stayed where she was, curled up in the furthest corner, her back to the entrance, she stood a chance at blending in with the shadows, even if her scent said otherwise. If she ventured out in search of a meal, that put her in clear sight of any curious wanderers - or concerned packmates - who might come looking for her. No, she was not ready for that. Kassander might have been understanding enough, even if he had not been too thrilled by the circumstances of her return, but of them all Max had been the most concerned, the most interested in her. And all because he wanted to keep her next.

The dark colored female curled up more lightly as she shuddered at the thought, suddenly feeling like ice. She needed to quit thinking about it. She needed to get her thoughts on other things. But with her belly aching for a meal and her paranoia preventing her from leaving the den, she felt trapped in a new sense of the word. No matter what she did, winning did not seem to be an option for her.
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