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03-12-2013, 12:53 AM
For the first time she stood with uncertainty on the outskirts of the Foothills, gaze turned inward but not entirely sure if she should venture closer. The sounds of fighting had dimmed and quieted, and she grew anxious, not knowing why such chaos had come to her home. Nothing of this magnitude had disturbed her life in many seasons, and she was unsure how to handle it.
At last she ventured past the borders, muzzle low to the ground as she paced deeper. Something was... different. New scents on the air. Strange horses, familiar horses, the scents of blood and woods that were not of the Foothills. What did this mean for the Foothills? What did this mean... for her? Why hadn't she known about all this? There'd been an invasion... who had won? Was her home stripped from her, or would she be allowed to stay? Did she want to stay?
None of those answers could be answered lingering away from the source of the chaos. So she drifted closer, tracing familiar paths, some she'd been the primary source of. Her steps were shadowed. A tiny pup toddled at her heels, gray coat blending into her shadow. It was guarded by a full grown, if water-wrought, version of itself, different only in the number of tails the pair bore.
After a time her courage faltered and she halted, shifting to stand guard over the young kitsune that plopped onto the grass beneath her belly, assisted by the watery fox that prowled around her hooves. Ears flickered, and she gave a single small call, questioning and unsure. Hoping that someone she knew would answer.
(( Whether or not she joins the Grey or the Edge will be decided in this thread. ^.^ ))
At last she ventured past the borders, muzzle low to the ground as she paced deeper. Something was... different. New scents on the air. Strange horses, familiar horses, the scents of blood and woods that were not of the Foothills. What did this mean for the Foothills? What did this mean... for her? Why hadn't she known about all this? There'd been an invasion... who had won? Was her home stripped from her, or would she be allowed to stay? Did she want to stay?
None of those answers could be answered lingering away from the source of the chaos. So she drifted closer, tracing familiar paths, some she'd been the primary source of. Her steps were shadowed. A tiny pup toddled at her heels, gray coat blending into her shadow. It was guarded by a full grown, if water-wrought, version of itself, different only in the number of tails the pair bore.
After a time her courage faltered and she halted, shifting to stand guard over the young kitsune that plopped onto the grass beneath her belly, assisted by the watery fox that prowled around her hooves. Ears flickered, and she gave a single small call, questioning and unsure. Hoping that someone she knew would answer.
(( Whether or not she joins the Grey or the Edge will be decided in this thread. ^.^ ))
