Post by Cealla on Nov 13, 2007 22:38:39 GMT -5
It had been quite a while since Cealla had ventured out into the world of humans. After her various encounters with Fenris, after her discovery that he would never change, she had struck out on her own. The past few months had been hard, but she was used to a hard life. Had things ever been any other way? The death of her grandmother, mother, father, the vampire attack, losing Alissa and Sean.... she could write a book on tragedy. But, for all of this, she had changed very little. After siring Fenris Fenrir, and technically becoming his mother, she had never lost that aggression that her grandfather tried to stifle. Her personality was one that was used to standing alone, so living by herself in the woods had done nothing to damage her psyche.
It had, however, damaged her social skills. And if not for the impending winter, she would have remained in her den forever. While her thick coat would have kept her warm through the harsh season, being in her wolf skin was an uncomfortable undertaking. After spending so much time as a wolf, she tended to lose touch of reality. Of the small part of her that she considered human. Also, she didn't want to remain forever in the woods, hiding out from Fenris. He had his own business to attend to, and she didn't know how pleased he would be to discover she was still lurking out.
So, one rainy afternoon, the young lycan emerged from her hiding place and found her way into the triangle tunnel. Her clothes were ratty and her hair was tangled, for she had put no energy towards her appearance over the past few months. The witches and wizards that walked by her stared, but none stopped to offer to help her. Officially, she was nearly four years old, but looked to be perhaps nine or ten in human years. Just old enough for begging to become a feasible profession.
Settling herself on a streetcorner, she pulled a tin can out of the gutter and scrawled a message in chalk on a piece of cardboard- "Need money for food and clothes. Please help. God bless". With the sign at her feet and the can in her hand, she did her best to look terribly pitiful.
What had she been reduced to?
It had, however, damaged her social skills. And if not for the impending winter, she would have remained in her den forever. While her thick coat would have kept her warm through the harsh season, being in her wolf skin was an uncomfortable undertaking. After spending so much time as a wolf, she tended to lose touch of reality. Of the small part of her that she considered human. Also, she didn't want to remain forever in the woods, hiding out from Fenris. He had his own business to attend to, and she didn't know how pleased he would be to discover she was still lurking out.
So, one rainy afternoon, the young lycan emerged from her hiding place and found her way into the triangle tunnel. Her clothes were ratty and her hair was tangled, for she had put no energy towards her appearance over the past few months. The witches and wizards that walked by her stared, but none stopped to offer to help her. Officially, she was nearly four years old, but looked to be perhaps nine or ten in human years. Just old enough for begging to become a feasible profession.
Settling herself on a streetcorner, she pulled a tin can out of the gutter and scrawled a message in chalk on a piece of cardboard- "Need money for food and clothes. Please help. God bless". With the sign at her feet and the can in her hand, she did her best to look terribly pitiful.
What had she been reduced to?