Vivian Gandillon (![]() ![]() @ 2009-12-21 16:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open |
Who: Vivian Gandillon and OPEN
What: Arriving
When: Late afternoon
Where: Outside the library
Warnings: Vivian can have a mouth on her sometimes, but PG-13 for now
Vivian couldn't believe that those walking suits of armor had actually managed to toss her, kicking and screaming, out of that building and into a snow drift. She liked to think it was because she was so stunned. There had been no human scent coming from them. It was as if the suits of armor had actually come alive on their own. But that was impossible... right?
However, as soon as she stood, a quick sniff of the air confirmed something she already guessed: she was nowhere near her home. There certainly hadn't been that much snow back home, and she definitely wasn't in the city. She and her pack were supposed to be in the country, running the inn that Gabriel had picked out for them. Away from humans and the dangers they could pose. But now, Vivian found herself in the middle of an incredibly large city. This just wasn't right.
"Gabe?" she called tentatively, though she couldn't smell her mate anywhere. She didn't know why she even bothered, but it was an instinct to search him out. "Gabriel? Willem? ...mom?"
Oh, shit.