Post by Willow on Mar 10, 2009 9:03:06 GMT -5
It was late afternoon, the sunbeams slanting through the trees and leaving a golden leaf dapply across the ground. A shifting shadow roamed there, slipping between the white bodied birches and golden-brown poplars. A pair of eyes, pools of slate grey and forest green, flickered and gleamed silver for a moment, reflecting the light of the orb high above her head. It felt good, to be out, doing nothing for awhile, after everything that was going on.
Seth. Felix. Torrid. Her head was still whirling from it all, and it didn't help she was still feeling guilty about Erin and about endangering Felix. She should have known better. Willow sighed, the breath making the nearest leaves stir and rattle against their branches. The shape of brown, grey and black move ceaselessly, roaming, stepping quietly through little glades. For the most part, the forest was still. Even the animals didn't stir when she drew near, sensing she was in no mood for games or even food. A rabbit scent wafted towards her, but she hadn't had the stomach to eat rabbit since Asher's death, not after seeing Morgan's face.
The wolf moved easily, stepping over fallen logs and shifting around a fairy circle. She wasn't sure she believed it or not. Even when she'd gotten her letter to go the school, she hadn't really believed in fairies. Willow had already taken enough chances with her life, however, and she wasn't in the mood to chance again. The last thing she needed was to get stuck in a fairy circle and have one of those damned vampires or that nephilim Kesterel show up. There was the soft gleam of a stream, but Willow didn't pause, continuing on further into the forest. Usually the lycan kept to the outside edge by the university, seeing it as her personal duty to keep her former fellow classmates out of the wood.
She was reaching for the scent she'd caught ages ago but had never dared to investigate. It was that of a lycan, all right, but not one she knew, and she had just assumed it was someone dead or gone, since she had never seen them. Lately, however, she'd caught the scent again, and further away from the den she had never seen. Willow paused at the edge of a small, very small clearing and chuffed quietly, muzzle twitching. She couldn't hear anything...The lycan smelled young, perhaps a little younger than Willow, but the scent was off too. Like Marc's, she thought, blinking. Another born? But Marc doesn't have family, she thought. Ashelle said they all died.
The last thing Willow wanted to do was scare the other into attacking, so Willow sat down on her haunches and waiting, tail flat out behind her and ears pulled forward to listen. They swiveled and moved like a live thing, catching every sound that made it's way to her. Her eyes were restless too, flickering from one spot to the other, there would be no way to miss this other lycan unless it came up behind her....
Seth. Felix. Torrid. Her head was still whirling from it all, and it didn't help she was still feeling guilty about Erin and about endangering Felix. She should have known better. Willow sighed, the breath making the nearest leaves stir and rattle against their branches. The shape of brown, grey and black move ceaselessly, roaming, stepping quietly through little glades. For the most part, the forest was still. Even the animals didn't stir when she drew near, sensing she was in no mood for games or even food. A rabbit scent wafted towards her, but she hadn't had the stomach to eat rabbit since Asher's death, not after seeing Morgan's face.
The wolf moved easily, stepping over fallen logs and shifting around a fairy circle. She wasn't sure she believed it or not. Even when she'd gotten her letter to go the school, she hadn't really believed in fairies. Willow had already taken enough chances with her life, however, and she wasn't in the mood to chance again. The last thing she needed was to get stuck in a fairy circle and have one of those damned vampires or that nephilim Kesterel show up. There was the soft gleam of a stream, but Willow didn't pause, continuing on further into the forest. Usually the lycan kept to the outside edge by the university, seeing it as her personal duty to keep her former fellow classmates out of the wood.
She was reaching for the scent she'd caught ages ago but had never dared to investigate. It was that of a lycan, all right, but not one she knew, and she had just assumed it was someone dead or gone, since she had never seen them. Lately, however, she'd caught the scent again, and further away from the den she had never seen. Willow paused at the edge of a small, very small clearing and chuffed quietly, muzzle twitching. She couldn't hear anything...The lycan smelled young, perhaps a little younger than Willow, but the scent was off too. Like Marc's, she thought, blinking. Another born? But Marc doesn't have family, she thought. Ashelle said they all died.
The last thing Willow wanted to do was scare the other into attacking, so Willow sat down on her haunches and waiting, tail flat out behind her and ears pulled forward to listen. They swiveled and moved like a live thing, catching every sound that made it's way to her. Her eyes were restless too, flickering from one spot to the other, there would be no way to miss this other lycan unless it came up behind her....