Day 8, Summer, 514 AV
Master Elias had gone out and had been gone for quite some time, so the young wolf had taken it upon herself to exit the room they had currently been staying in to take a walk, careful to keep the hood of her cloak pulled tight around her face. Wrapped around her neck, covering the leather collar, was the red scarf, only able to be seen occasionally as her cloak shifted whenever she had to do something with her hands.
It was the only thing that had been gifted to her, other than comfort and safety and it all came from a human no less. It could be considered ironic that the very thing that Redd had been running from, was also the thing that had saved her from herself.
However, as she woke to find her master gone from his bed, she realized just one thing. That there was still another chapter left unfinished, one that she had to close if she could only just find the right street or the right scents.
Upon having decided that rushing was a bad idea, she began to take more notice of the directions she had been walking, so then she wouldn't have to ask for directions. She had learned that most people in Ravok was not your friend and her left hand lifted to view the half black sun tattooed upon the back of it.
Sometimes, she could still taste the blood of the slaver's as her hazel eyes had peered up at him with such blood-thirst. She had wanted to go for his throat, to taste the hot blood there as her teeth ripped open his jugular vein, but she had restrained herself, pulling away from him to let him fall back into the canal. It was at that point in time that she had felt her own strength, something she only felt when her life was threatened or when she had been on a hunt.
Allowing her hand to drop, she looked upwards to view the set of stairs she had to climb to reach the door. This was indeed the house, the place that she had meant to find. What she would find inside however was a different story.
She hadn't known what had happened to Vayl, the last she remembered was watching him rush out the shop door. She had attempted to follow but the rain had masked his scent and she had become lost. Ending up in the hands of slavers before Master Elias had found her.
Questions had swirled within her mind ever since then, questions that had plagued the young wolf. Why hadn't Vayl come to find her? Why had he left in the first place? Closing her hazel hues for a moment, she took a deep breath, feeling the familiar expansion of her lung muscles to accommodate the accumulated oxygen, before slowly letting it out.
Making her way up the stairs, she caught another scent, an unidentified one and a soft growl settled upon her lips. Whoever it was, it better be a friend of Vayl's and not someone who had attempted to kill him.
Upon reaching the door, she knocked upon it gently, not really seeing a need to slam her fist down upon it. She'd prefer to go unnoticed if at all possible, she had made it this far without being noticed, why not for the rest of the visit?
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Master Elias had gone out and had been gone for quite some time, so the young wolf had taken it upon herself to exit the room they had currently been staying in to take a walk, careful to keep the hood of her cloak pulled tight around her face. Wrapped around her neck, covering the leather collar, was the red scarf, only able to be seen occasionally as her cloak shifted whenever she had to do something with her hands.
It was the only thing that had been gifted to her, other than comfort and safety and it all came from a human no less. It could be considered ironic that the very thing that Redd had been running from, was also the thing that had saved her from herself.
However, as she woke to find her master gone from his bed, she realized just one thing. That there was still another chapter left unfinished, one that she had to close if she could only just find the right street or the right scents.
Upon having decided that rushing was a bad idea, she began to take more notice of the directions she had been walking, so then she wouldn't have to ask for directions. She had learned that most people in Ravok was not your friend and her left hand lifted to view the half black sun tattooed upon the back of it.
Sometimes, she could still taste the blood of the slaver's as her hazel eyes had peered up at him with such blood-thirst. She had wanted to go for his throat, to taste the hot blood there as her teeth ripped open his jugular vein, but she had restrained herself, pulling away from him to let him fall back into the canal. It was at that point in time that she had felt her own strength, something she only felt when her life was threatened or when she had been on a hunt.
Allowing her hand to drop, she looked upwards to view the set of stairs she had to climb to reach the door. This was indeed the house, the place that she had meant to find. What she would find inside however was a different story.
She hadn't known what had happened to Vayl, the last she remembered was watching him rush out the shop door. She had attempted to follow but the rain had masked his scent and she had become lost. Ending up in the hands of slavers before Master Elias had found her.
Questions had swirled within her mind ever since then, questions that had plagued the young wolf. Why hadn't Vayl come to find her? Why had he left in the first place? Closing her hazel hues for a moment, she took a deep breath, feeling the familiar expansion of her lung muscles to accommodate the accumulated oxygen, before slowly letting it out.
Making her way up the stairs, she caught another scent, an unidentified one and a soft growl settled upon her lips. Whoever it was, it better be a friend of Vayl's and not someone who had attempted to kill him.
Upon reaching the door, she knocked upon it gently, not really seeing a need to slam her fist down upon it. She'd prefer to go unnoticed if at all possible, she had made it this far without being noticed, why not for the rest of the visit?
"I can't give you the sunset,
But I can give you the night."
xBut I can give you the night."
