09-16-2018, 02:38 PM
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as love filled night gives way to day
Every joiner was either a crash landing, a wanderer, or a runner. It just so happened that they seemed to get one ever half hour; which would be a great thing for the Ascendants if the seventy-five percent that joined were ever seen again. Unfortunately, most disappeared into oblivion, not to be heard from. It sounded like a horror story, but to Hazel it was just tedious. All the once occupied rooms had to be cleared out to make way for newcomers that would hardly last a week. Rinse and repeat.
Fortunately, the rooms were scarcely hard to clear; depending on how long the inhabitants had stayed, it was generally vacant. What was upsetting was throwing away the belongings of someone who had disappeared — personal affects that meant something to someone. They held memories and history, but had unfortunately been left behind in the wake of something more important. Hazel hated throwing away pictures the most; it felt heartless and intrusive, but...necessary. Awful.
What called her attention to the scene was Moonmade’s rather loud statement, which announced Kirk’s presence to half the territory. Hazel wasn’t far off from, anyway — she was under the shade of a nearby tree, watching Arion graze. At Moon’s voice, she snapped her head up, yanked from her doze. Golden eyes lazily tracked the coyote while he wandered through the territory, his aura mirroring the confused and irritated state she saw in Bones’s the other day.
Rising to sit, she watched Romanempire approach and ask the stranger’s name. Gaze idly flicking to Moon for a heartbeat, she tilted her head at the unknown male, wondering if he’d even noticed their scent markers. “And what brings you to the middle of our territory?” The cocoa feline tacked on to Roman’s question.
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Fortunately, the rooms were scarcely hard to clear; depending on how long the inhabitants had stayed, it was generally vacant. What was upsetting was throwing away the belongings of someone who had disappeared — personal affects that meant something to someone. They held memories and history, but had unfortunately been left behind in the wake of something more important. Hazel hated throwing away pictures the most; it felt heartless and intrusive, but...necessary. Awful.
What called her attention to the scene was Moonmade’s rather loud statement, which announced Kirk’s presence to half the territory. Hazel wasn’t far off from, anyway — she was under the shade of a nearby tree, watching Arion graze. At Moon’s voice, she snapped her head up, yanked from her doze. Golden eyes lazily tracked the coyote while he wandered through the territory, his aura mirroring the confused and irritated state she saw in Bones’s the other day.
Rising to sit, she watched Romanempire approach and ask the stranger’s name. Gaze idly flicking to Moon for a heartbeat, she tilted her head at the unknown male, wondering if he’d even noticed their scent markers. “And what brings you to the middle of our territory?” The cocoa feline tacked on to Roman’s question.
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