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Feb 14, 2012 18:33:46 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Feb 14, 2012 18:33:46 GMT -5
CAMMIE [/color][/font][/right] It was a chilly spring night, perfect for wandering, in Cammie's opinion. For days she had stuck strictly to Koravelle territory, wandering through the forest, occasionally bumping into another pack member but never bothering to talk long. While Koravelle was definitely considered her home now, Cammie was no longer a mere Sklavin. Therefore, she assumed that it was safe for her to wander from the pack lands whenever she saw fit. Besides, even if it wasn't allowed, she would have done so anyways. She did what she pleased.
Up the winding, rocky path she went, long legs carrying her quickly towards her destination. The Maned fae snorted softly to herself, secretly glad that she now had an opportunity to explore the area. Just days before, she had been thoroughly convinced as she crept up onto the Auktion Rock that the rest of her life would be miserable and pain-filled. She had not lost her composure, however, and the Gods had smiled upon her. Cammie always was the fortunate one, proven when the King of Ravensbruck swooped in and offered her a place in Koravelle. She was now a Dame, one of the defenders of the pack. The thought made her life her head proudly as finally, the path flattened. She had reached the top of Hagen Mesa.
She strutted daintily across the ground to the edge, peering down at the trees of the forest. It was beginning to get late, and the moon was full, lighting up the night sky. Suddenly tilting her head back, Cammie let a long howl slide from her muzzle, her song echoing and reaching out through the darkness. After a long moment, she snapped her mouth closed and lowered her head, blinking her honey eyes at nothing in particular, wondering if anyone would be drawn to where she stood.
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