07-17-2018, 04:50 AM
And so she arrived.
More nights of travelling. More sandy winds and dehydration and confusion. More strangers she'd met on the way, so kindly directing her where she needed to go. The railroad tracks she followed towards the Typhoon felt like an accomplishment, but it was all so bittersweet. She missed her old home so dearly; she'd spent such a short time there, but it grew on her so quick. Her friends, slowly beginning to become family. Perhaps someday she'd see them again, but for now all there was before her was unfamiliarity and alien land.
But Calypso was anything if not capable; these were situations that, by now, she was well used to. Besides-- over the years, the Clans' attitude towards strangers at their borders had changed from aggression to, 'Name and Business?' It was all very political, all very friendly and welcoming, and sometimes she felt like it was fake. Like there should be call for distrust. In her old home, so quickly wrecked, she'd been the one to meet the strangers at the border and she'd been slowly implementing more weariness of these strangers. Less warm welcomes and more interrogations. Now, however, she was back on the other side of the border and she figured, perhaps she aught to be grateful of this instant friendliness.
Statue-like, the tall pitbull sat at the border in her signature position. She was messy looking; laden with scars and white paws stained with mud, but she wore it with grace; shoulders back, head high and every muscle pulled taught. She scanned her surroundings with molten black eyes, waiting with bated breath for what would mark, yet again, a whole new beginning.
More nights of travelling. More sandy winds and dehydration and confusion. More strangers she'd met on the way, so kindly directing her where she needed to go. The railroad tracks she followed towards the Typhoon felt like an accomplishment, but it was all so bittersweet. She missed her old home so dearly; she'd spent such a short time there, but it grew on her so quick. Her friends, slowly beginning to become family. Perhaps someday she'd see them again, but for now all there was before her was unfamiliarity and alien land.
But Calypso was anything if not capable; these were situations that, by now, she was well used to. Besides-- over the years, the Clans' attitude towards strangers at their borders had changed from aggression to, 'Name and Business?' It was all very political, all very friendly and welcoming, and sometimes she felt like it was fake. Like there should be call for distrust. In her old home, so quickly wrecked, she'd been the one to meet the strangers at the border and she'd been slowly implementing more weariness of these strangers. Less warm welcomes and more interrogations. Now, however, she was back on the other side of the border and she figured, perhaps she aught to be grateful of this instant friendliness.
Statue-like, the tall pitbull sat at the border in her signature position. She was messy looking; laden with scars and white paws stained with mud, but she wore it with grace; shoulders back, head high and every muscle pulled taught. She scanned her surroundings with molten black eyes, waiting with bated breath for what would mark, yet again, a whole new beginning.
[glow=black,2,300]*:･ﾟ BURY ME AND I'LL BE BORN AGAIN[glow=black,2,300]
[glow=black,2,300][b][i]I WALK IN GODLY FORM[/glow]
[glow=black,2,300][b][i]AMONGST THE MORTAL MEN [/glow]
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[glow=black,2,300][b][i]I WALK IN GODLY FORM[/glow]
[glow=black,2,300][b][i]AMONGST THE MORTAL MEN [/glow]