cursedwings (cursedwings) wrote in repose, @ 2017-04-12 13:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | *forum, cisco delgado, newt penhaligon, patrick gunster, raven paredes |
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[She'd spent the night prior laying in her lumpy RV bed, thick stolen robe tucked around her body, peering out the tiny window at the full moon and smiling when she heard the song of the pack. She didn't understand it, didn't know what they were calling to each other, but she'd heard that sort of song before, and it made something in her settle and follow her down into an easy sleep.
Not so easy was the next morning, when she took to the wing to find something to eat (always easier in flighted form) and noticed the charred circle in the woods. She starts to circle down out of the sky to investigate, but something about the circle pushes her away. Either a smell or a taste or simply a feeling, but she decides not to land, returning home and trying to will herself to shift back. Whether or not it actually worked, or if her timing was simply good, it only takes a short while before she's on the forums.]
The woods
Everyone alright?