I hope you don’t mind me sticking her in here! She’s about a round or two away from Leas and Piper (but isn’t advancing on them) and is trying to sneak up on Lilac~ :))
Absinthe had been about. She wouldn’t admit it to any living soul, but she was looking for something. A gift. For Margarita. Her first—and probably only—friend. It was strange, depending on someone the way she was beginning to depend on the Fairy Goddess. After all, it was a lonely world of frightened wolves. Not her, though. At least, not when she was around her source of strength. That was what Rita was becoming to her. Strength. Happiness.
It took the pale shadow little time to realize that flowers didn’t grow in the wintertime. Despite the season, a cold rain drenched the girl’s shoulders and thunder roared overhead. It was quite difficult to see two feet in front of her through the mist that rose as a defiance to the ground’s temperature versus the air’s.
It wasn’t long before Absinthe circled back to head towards the caverns. Despised them she did, but they offered the promise of dry fur and Margarita. Her hunt for a gift had been spoiled by the rain and the thunder and all the girl wished for now was to head back to where she came from.
Perhaps she would have made it, too, if she didn’t pause to take in several voices that sounded off close by. Curiosity ebbed at the pale shadow until she found her paws moving in the direction of the sound, masked by thunder and rainfall.
Scent was hard to detect through the water that fell from the sky, but it was only reasonable for Absinthe to conclude that the wolves in the distance were of the Evergreens. Several feet away from her was a greyscale figure, appearing to watch the other two wolves in the area.
Rath and I…
Absinthe caught. Immediately her ears perked and tail bristled. Rath could only be short for Rathbone, the male who had intruded on her first meeting with Margarita. She didn’t especially like the timber adult, but his role in the pack had sounded important. Maybe this woman—though she was hard to see and hear over the mist and sound of the storm—was a friend of his.
The child was more interested in the form that sat in front of her, listening to the conversation that was taking place. Of course, Abs was still quite a ways away from the figure, but she slowly crept closer, green eyes intently focused on the girl. Was she also of the Evergreens? Or was she a rogue like herself?
Such a curiosity.
Jul 20, 2018 03:06 PM — Post #7
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