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Posted by Method on November 12, 2008, 3:05 pm
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Desert sands gave way to rock and that to soil, the miniature mountain ridge that served as a container to Ni'Srilan just one of the many long reaching arms of the as of yet unknown Wolfrange. Method did not care for mountains, at least, not anymore than she cared for anything else, navigating the stone pathways that time had cut and frequent travel polished smooth with efficient and long strides. The wind blew colder here between the desert and whatever lay beyond the rock face, a fact she noted only as a second thought, interested more in the scents that had piggybacked into the pass as a result. There was salt and pine and blood and decay and another indecipherable something that made her sneeze and set her lungs to tingling. It was this scent that had lured her from the sand pit to begin with and she crossed unhesitatingly into the Glade, Ni's no more than a memory after three strides and even less than that after five as she lost herself in thicket and trees.
The only memory she retained was of a forest which looked very much as this one did, and yet was just as completely different. This forest was actually alive; she could feel it breathing, growing, changing even now in the cold and dead of winter it was still alive.
The sun was low when she finally discovers another, though it is the stranger who happens upon where she's stopped, earth brown coat lost in wood and shadow, brambles tangled in the ink dark of her mane and vines curled and trailing about her lanky limbs, seemingly as much a part of the backdrop as the tree she stood beside.
"I love this place."
It was not what she'd meant to say at all, but that did not make the words any less true, and she smiles, stepping forward now.
"Who are you? Do you belong here?"
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