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 Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 7:00 pm
There was a strange current yet altogether familiar one in the air that Lethe had been scenting. The mare could not pinpoint what it was that drew her to keep following this elusive yet decidedly delicious trail. It was a mystery that had been gnawing at her mind the past little while since she had stumbled across the scent.
Why did it seem so entirely familiar to her? Ever since being taken in by the skinwalker Barracus Lethe had not had the faintest urge to do something so random as to follow strange scents. Had something inside of her changed to take such a foolish action?
Pausing once again Lethe cursed her own piqued interest. It was an unusual expression that passed over her face as she snarled in frustration. She didn't have the time to waste on this but she wanted to solve this puzzle and until she did she knew that she wouldn't have any piece of mind.
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 7:08 pm
The feeling of a full stomach worked wonders on a grumpy individual. Lethe savored the grisly texture of her latest kill with a satisfied sigh. Although she had taken off on a detour from the path she wished to follow it had been worth it to snuff yet another's life force from the face of this place. Lethe paused as she scuffed dirt over the small pile of remains from her kill before lifting her nose into the air. Once again she caught a brief hit of the scent that had drawn her away from place that she had been residing in. The mare still couldn't figure out just why this particular scent drew her forward, calling to her like a flame called to a moth.
Lethe felt a silent snarl make its way up her throat and she let it build as it emerged from her mouth. If someone was playing with her well ... it wouldn't end well for them.
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 7:55 pm
Lethe inhaled deeply and registered a different sense of familiarity. It had been a long time in coming but she had arrived at her destination it seemed. Perhaps it was a figment of her imagination that had led her to believe that she was following a scent. Now as she stared over the landscape there was no particular smells that could have explained what had led her to this place.
Lethe's eyes took in the forested area around her. The mare snorted impatiently before recognition settled over her. She knew this place. Lethe was certain of it. However strong the feeling was though Lethe knew that she was missing another piece of the puzzle of why this area seemed familiar. The mare’s eyes widened as memories flickered through her mind unbidden. Many of the memories were awash in shades of red. One imposing figure featured in all of them and Lethe snarled softly. What did her mother have to do with this area now? She had been gone from Lethe’s life for the longest time. So why was it this location that brought memories crashing over the mare of what seemed to be her earliest moments spent in the company of the one that had brought her into this world?
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 8:20 pm
It had taken a little bit of time but Lethe had placed the area of this forest as the one in which she had been raised. She had been wandering around aimlessly for a while now as she had flashes of memory that indicated not the happiest childhood overwhelmed her. At first it seemed as if things were just slightly off in the relationship between her mother and herself but as the memories continued Lethe could sense the tension rising. Was it possible...
Lethe shook her head and freed herself from memories of the past. The attack that had disabled her and essentially placed her directly into Barracus's path couldn't have come from her own mother, had it? A strange feeling of unease at this possible revelation had Lethe backing out of the forest in a hurry. There wasn't any proof of her assumption but for some reason the idea wouldn't fade away. Perhaps now she had yet another reason to track down her missing parental figure now. She needed to hear the truth from the source and not from what could be misinterpreted memories.
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