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windy - b e l l s_ Captain
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 Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 7:24 pm
 Kitai watched as Ryul killed the golden eyed man with little effort.
However, Ryul relished in the man's pain, only to get a knife to the shoulder. Kitai flinched as she watched it, giving a sympathetic whisper as she did so. Though later she would reprimand the wolf for not going for the clean kill, and instead making the man suffer. She watched as the wolf gave one last snarl, before turning away. As he began to walk away, blood seeping out of his wound, staining his snow white fur, Kitai walked to the fresh corpse.
She studied the man's face for a moment, discerning the features of it.
For a human – He had been beautiful. Though a harsh scar marred his face, he seemed noble. Refined. Something about him was familiar. It was strange and off putting. His wicked scent filled her nostrils as the warmth left his body and the rain diluted his blood. Even the smell of him was oddly familiar to the she-wolf; and she didn't like that fact one bit. She gave a huff, and continued to exam this man's lifeless body. He seemed worn and weathered. Battered and beaten – In body and soul. Kitai's blue eyes settled on his now faded golden eyes as they tried desperately to deduce what was so familiar about the man. But as those dull eyes looked upward, forever frozen in time gave nothing away to her. She briefly glanced at his ravaged neck, but paid the gore no mind – It wasn't important.
Her observant eyes scanned his body, looking for something. A clue perhaps. She could sense there was something important about this man – Alive or dead, he meant something. As his corpse got colder, she examined the way every bit of cloth still clung desperately to his dead skin, as if there was still live buzzing beneath it. Kitai saw that even his clothes, though nice, seemed weathered – Haggard even. Most wouldn't notice the way even his fine leather jacket was faded; worn every day, out of some compulsion. How the fine pair of jeans were beginning to fray at the bottom, and fade in the knees. His boots, made of black leather looked as though they were well worn, with deep creases here and there. And even though not one item of clothing he wore showed signs of poverty, over use, or even damning wear and tear, on him, it all seemed ancient. No matter how suave the man was in life – To Kitai, everything about him seemed nostalgic almost. Even in death. As if he were trying to cling to something he had known long ago. Or perhaps he was trying to fit a role he wasn't meant to play.
Kitai's eyes caught something then. On his arm, half way hidden under his sleeve, was a tattoo. Kitai reverted to her human form, and went to her haunches. With no humble care, she pulled the man's sleeve up. The tattoo struck Kitai as odd. It was of a wolf, outlined in thick black ink, wrapped around itself, in a circle, its jaws snapping, as if to devour it's own tail. It looked as though it were to symbolize something. Like everything else about the dead nobleman, this tattoo was oddly familiar to Kitai. And she didn't like it one bit.
Growling, she was back in her true form, and running towards Ryul. It didn't take much for her to catch up to the wolf – He was wounded, and limping. She slowed down to his pace saying nothing. Her eyes stayed ahead of herself, and her mind stayed behind her. Just who the hell was that man back there? It did not matter to her that Ryul had recognized him. However, it did bother her more than just a little that she had recognized him. She didn't know from where, or how she knew him. But she knew that had not been the first time she had seen him.
Eventually, the scent of Ryul's blood was overwhelming. Giving out a huff, Kitai stopped for a moment. Sniffing the air she ignored all the scents, searching for one in particular. The smell of his blood was strong, but not strong enough to mask the smell of the rain. And even that couldn't hide the scent of what she was looking for; A small creek. With only a nod to indicate she wanted him to follow, Kitai changed directions and padded her way through the small forest, until she came upon exactly what she wanted. As soon as she was on the wet bank of the flowing creek, she was in her human form.
Kitai waited until Ryul caught up with her to sit on a fairly dry rock beneath a cluster of willow trees. When the wolf finally did catch up to her, she motioned for him to sit beside her. Once he sat beside her, she wordlessly shed her jacket, and began to rip it. With a sigh, she thought to herself that the thing was old any way and it was high time she replaced it. Taking a thick strip she soaked it in the rapidly moving creek, before washing down the stab wound.
“You should have gone for the kill sooner.” She said in a low, nonchalant tone. But she skipped the lecture, and the chiding tone. Instead she simply cleaned is wound, and proceeded to wrap it as best she could with the shredded pieces of her jacket.
“That will stave off the bleeding well enough for now. When we get back to your place, it should be re-wrapped with clean bandages.”
As she wrapped Ryul's wound, her mind went back to the man he had killed. Who was he? Everything about him was oddly familiar. Somehow reminiscent of some big event in her life. She went over every observation she had made, over and over again, unable to make a connection.
As she was finishing the wrapping, she looked to Ryul. “You knew that man back there. Ryul, just who the hell was he?”
There was silence for a moment, and Kitai let her hands fall away from his shoulder. Her sky-blue eyes looked at him, demanding an answer. Ryul began to explain – But something had hit her.
The tattoo. She had seen it before. On the men who had chased down Honen. As the strange symbol flashed through her mind, she straightened, her eyes going back to the path. No sound escaped her throat, no expression crossed her face. In half an instant, Kitai was up and running. There was no time for explanation. No time to wait for Ryul. She ran through the woods, back to the man's corpse. She paused for only a moment to collect his scent, but then she was off once more.
She ran through the rain, holding nothing back. Every bit of her being went into running – Into finding out what this man had been. She followed his scent into the city, around corners, and through alleys. She stopped at every location that might mean something, but found nothing of consequence. But Kitai was determined. That tattoo, she knew she had seen it before. And it had been the brand of the men who killed her only reason to be. The same men that forced Honen off the cliff were bore a strange symbol. That was not a coincidence in any form.
Finally, she traced his scent back to a warehouse, abandoned in a poor neighborhood. The instant she stopped in front of it's steel doors, she was human. Her black hair whipped about in the wind , as the cold air beat at her relentlessly. She paid all this no mind. Instead she gazed at the ominous gray building made of steel and concrete, bracing herself for the next few minutes. She could smell eight, maybe ten scents on the premises – None of them fresh enough the still be around. In fact, she hazarded a guess, and concluded that the last person to be there had been there early in the afternoon.
Still, because of how new these scents were, Kitai knew that those that made them would be coming around any time. So, without further delay, Kitai looked for a way in. The large steel doors were shut with a chain and a padlock. There was a door on the side, that was left cracked open. Smirking, Kitai praised the clumsy forgetfulness of humans, and slipped into the building.
Immediately she was met with an ominous sense of deranged macabre. The windows had all been painted black, so that no one could possibly see into the silent building made of steel and concrete. The lighting was dim, and illuminated little with an eerie green glow. In some corners there was a dark red light. Though this did nothing to impair Kitai’s seeing; she was after all a wolf.
In her human form she wandered the strange building, taking in all the scents. That man had certainly been there – His scent was everywhere. And it mingled with the scent of other men. Each one different, but equally disgusting as the wicked man’s smell. The place itself smelled like gunpowder, sweat, oil, and decay. On top of that, she smelled bad food, chemicals, and old books. Truly it was an odd combination. She walked into the warehouse, her steps silent on the cement floor. She steadied her heavy breathing, sure to stay silent. Though there was no one else in this strange place, there was no reason to take any chances. She looked around, her observant eyes taking in everything. Each and every window was painted black with thick, heavy paint allowing no light to seep in. Kitai was sure this wasn’t to simply keep the sun out – Whatever was in here was meant to be kept away from curious and prying eyes. Then, she heard the cracked door groan. Whirling around, she was immediately back into her true form, snarling, ready to meet whoever it was that had entered.
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It was only Ryul. The injured wolf had followed her. She reverted back to her human appearance and rolled her eyes. Sticking her tongue out, she chose not to reprimand him for sneaking up on her like he did. She should have been far more observant.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 9:00 am
Ryul felt no remorse in his kill. The man that Kitai took a moment to study was a monster in Ryul's eyes. He had worked closely with the man many times before, and he had loathed every minute of it. The man was a sick, twisted b*****d who valued power, and had an unhealthy obsession with wolves. Time, and time again the Noble had gone into frenzied rants about the glorious demise of all wolves, yet he constantly remarked on their superior natural abilities and instincts. He had mistaken Ryul as a sympathizer. Kael took the wolf's anger as a sign that he loathed his own kind as well. Of course, this wasn't completely far from the truth...Ryul did have a certain distaste for the mangled abomination his brethren had become over the years of exile. But he couldn't agree with that man. It took every ounce of his will not to tear the man to pieces when they had to meet; it went against his nature not to attack. But he didn't attack; he always held his pose so well. And now Kael was dead, finally.
As Kitai was inspecting him, Ryul drew farther away; the knife still stuck into his shoulder loosened slightly as he walked. Wincing, he finally stopped and wrenched his neck around to grab it within his fangs. Plucking it out as quickly as possible, he threw it away once it was safely pulled out and continued walking. By this point, Kitai had reached him effortlessly. 'Damn leg,' he though icily, with disappointed despise for the injury piercing his shoulder. Stubbornly continuing to limp on, his fierce jade eyes slowly shifted to her with an intently mischievous grin glinting his face to life, as if he hadn't been wounded at all and they were still playing a cunning game. She was ignoring him however, blankly preoccupied with whatever was on her mind. Then, she suddenly beckoned him to follow her again, off deeper into the woods. Every bit of him wanted to turn away, and run back home. He was panting a little, and that caught his attention. He was out of shape; it was pathetic. 'What a disgrace,' he though dejectedly. It had been years since he had run as a wolf. The human body just couldn't take as much. It was making them weaker. Even worse, his wound currently made him a gimp. He wouldn’t be able to outrun anything in this condition, and Hana would worry if he came home with blood gushing from his shoulder. Shaking his head, he decided to run after Kitai, partly as punishment for leaving the wolf for so long. He deserved this. He had been a traitor to his own species, playing King with the Nobles. Maybe the searing pain in his leg would rewind the gears in his head that were loose. Sprinting off after her (immediately on three legs at the sharp pain in his shoulder), he quickly learned to deal with the pain as he ran. It didn't take him long to settle into a well paced, but uneven gait. It took him a little longer to get to the creek, and he was furious Kitai was seeing him in such a weakened state.
His eyes instantly absorbed his surroundings with awed consideration. The billowing willow tree gave the bright, lively scene an ancient feeling. As if these creatures knew everything that had ever occurred in these lands, they silently watched the two wolves approach the glistening creek. The storm had long passed by now; only crackles of lightening could be seen off in the distance, and a soft rumbling sometimes echoed over the sky. It was heading elsewhere. The forest canopy glimmered brightly with the reflection of silver moonlight cast upon their rain-covered leaves. His light sage eyes scanned every branch and blade of grass in this heavenly spot before they finally settled on Kitai. Why had she brought him here?
The answer was so simple; she wanted to patch up his arm. Like any other golden-hearted wolf, she clung to her brethren and came to their aid. She didn’t even know him, and what she did know of him she couldn’t think very highly of. He gazed at her, unmoving for a while after she asked him to sit down. His piercing eyes looked ever so bright with the glint of the moon in them, and the pale glow of his thick white fur reflecting out to magnify their intense mystery. He was still wary of her, but at this point he was willing to go out on a limb. Shifting to his human form, he slowly approached the large rock she sat upon. He sat down beside her with his wounded shoulder facing her, and glared out over the creek. He furiously bore his eyes into the vast tree system before him as Kitai ripped her jacket apart and caused the water to ripple and splash as she wet it. When she touched the soaked cloth to his gaping shoulder, his eyes narrowed slightly. Every ounce of him wanted to whine from the pain, but he ignored it and bit his tongue. It wasn’t the worst wound he had ever had. And he refused to look any weaker than he already did. When Kitai so casually mentioned how he should have killed Kael instantly, Ryul grew the sudden bursting desire to slam her face into the rock they sat upon for her insolence. Clearly he was aware he should have ended the b*****d’s life sooner.
“Thanks for the update. If only you had been standing there when it happened. You could of helped me!” he seethed venomously, attempting to both ridicule her for thinking him an ignorant fool, and point out the fact that she stood idly by while Kael was about to attack her. He also thought that her being useful in a fight was preposterous, which may have been part of the reason why he lunged forth to finish the job in the first place. Regardless, after his snide remark, he lost interest in the topic at hand, and instead let his mind wander away from Kitai, deeper into the forest. The sounds of the birds singing loudly in their after the rain party, and the flow of the swift creek came to him with crystal clarity. As he intently listened and became absorbed in a place he had long forgotten, their chirpings, dew drops, and other sounds of the forest quickly grew into a magnificently mesmerizing melody. Their music revived a part of him that had been in the dark for so long, it’s existence had been extinguished of almost all it’s life. While the forest’s masterful orchestra of life entranced him, he became deaf to his pain and Kitai’s voice. He was barely even aware of the strip being tied around his arm. Music was apart of his soul, and he could not believe he had sacrificed hearing nature’s song so long for nothing more than agony and corruption. He was so engulfed in his own world, it took several seconds for it to register with him that the she-b***h was asking him a direct question. Abruptly, the song grew immensely softer as he stopped focusing on it and turned his attention to Kitai’s face.
”Huh?” he mumbled, still slightly distracted, though the tune he had heard slowly faded away into simply background noise. Slightly irritated, he glared at the female as she stared off into space and said nothing. Within the blink of an eye, she unexpectedly darted off, back the way they had come. Ryul’s eyes furrowed tightly over his green eyes. ’What the hell is wrong with this girl?’ he thought dubiously. He had half a second to make a decision before she would get too far away for him to follow. He knew he should return home to Hana; she was probably worrying herself to death by now. She had just yelled at him for leaving her so often, and she was in the company of wolves he knew nothing about. He was certain he didn’t have to worry about them hurting her, but he couldn’t be sure they would run off with her. For some reason though, he was pulled after Kitai, and before he could definitively made a conscious decision, his feet were dragging him off the rock and after her. What had sparked his desire to follow her, he wasn’t sure; it could have been the urgency she had darted off with, or the blank, yet disturbed look in her eye. Hell, it could have been because he was simply curious as to what the apparent lunatic was running after. The reason didn’t matter to him as he shifted into himself and galloped after the black wolf as fast as he could bear without causing his leg too much damage. She led them all the way back to his kill, but it was only a fraction of a moment before she was off again. Even a small pause helped him keep pace with her, and though she grew farther away from him as they ran, he was able to keep her within his sight. Until she ran into the labyrinth of the city, anyway.
By the time he reached the city outskirts, he had to rely on his scent to track the other wolf down. He sniffed the thick air, and followed her musty-rain scent through the alleys. He was cautious of the streets, even though no one would recognize him as their Noble. It still wouldn’t be pleasant to run in to anyone. Even though he remained alert, he stayed ignorant of everything clouding the city, save for Kitai’s scent. He was wary that her scent was leading him into the poor, crumbling neighborhoods of the city. It filled him with gloomy depression. He always tried so hard to improve conditions of the city, always with forceful resistance from the other greedy rulers of the city. It was almost in vein that he tried to fix what the humans sought to exploit and destroy. This was a part of the city that truly epitomized the desolate, corrupt, and disgusting face of Kemma. He ignored the overwhelming scent of pollution and filth, and followed Kitai’s scent through the dark alleys until he came to an abandoned warehouse. The lot was deserted of all cars, and there was junk laying everywhere: broken glass, scraps of metal, cardboard, empty, crinkled cans of beers and sodas, and much, much more. It was a mini landfill in the parking lot. The warehouse itself was in poor condition. Bits of the stone were crumbling apart, and the steel was beginning to rust from being unprotected from rain for so long. A single one of his black tipped, white ears dipped back against his head as he glared at the structure. Whining a bit, he glared at the chained front door with solid skepticism. He too could smell the litter of scents that danced around the place, strong enough to be distinct, yet faint enough that their possessors were long gone. The strongest smell coming from the warehouse was that of the blue-eyed Kitai, and he knew she was in there.
Walking forward, he began to circle the building until he stumbled upon the very door Kitai had slipped in. He was met with her facing him, teeth barred and ready to attack him. He merely halted, looking at her with slightly wide eyes. They hadn’t widened from fear, but from curiosity. She certainly was on edge, wasn’t she? And he could see why as he glanced around the interior of the building. It was a ghastly dark sight to behold. He ignored her childish tongue stuck out at him as he limped further into the warehouse, still not changing his form. He wasn’t quite ready to become the Noble Ryul once again. Turning his snout this way and that, he took in the sight of the thickly blackened windows, the smells of chemicals, filth, gunpowder, and booze, the objects cluttering the tables. There were musty old books, and tattered parchments, large machines he wasn’t sure were used for, and various tools and guns stacked about the room in a half-assed orderly way. What was this place?
Now deeply ingrained in curiosity, Ryul shifted his form to stand on two feet and get a new perspective on the place. At his tall stance, he turned once where he stood to take in the full scope of the establishment. The green and red lights filled the dark room with dim glumness. He walked toward one of the tables and placed a single finger upon the coarse surface. He slid it across the table as he walked down it, studying all the contraptions he passed, the words on the covers of books, the labeled bottles of chemicals and substances on the shelves just above the table. No detail escaped him. He could understand what everything said, but he couldn’t decide what they were all being used for. Until these objects had a purpose, they remained just that, objects. Objects that would not be committed to memory. At the end of the table, one book happened to catch his attention. The Physiology of the Ancient Wolf by an author he had never heard of before. It was an old book, not as thick in girth as some of the other texts lying on the table. Picking his finger off the table, he picked the book up from where it laid. He flipped the cover open and began skimming through the contents of the book. It was a little unnerving, he had to admit. The book began with one of the wives tales about wolves humans loved to gossip about these days. It was followed up with a few more fantastical stories about wolves and magic. Then, it went into detail about what wolves really were like ages ago, before the storm of humanity came and wiped them nearly to the brink of extinction. He momentarily forgot about Kitai’s existence as he quietly read through the book with knitted brows.
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z o m-bee-k a t Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 12:29 pm
To be honest, she's terrified of this journey, terrified to fall...  .:___x//{Hana The Flower Maiden}//x___:. Hana sighed deeply with her pale face pressed up against the cold glass of the window; her crimson eyes still scanning the darkness tentatively. With every moment that flew by Hana felt like the possibility of seeing Ryul ever again was shrinking. She feared that she would never again see those acidic lime eyes tearing through the darkness as he returned home; as he returned to her. But she couldn't blame him for leaving, she couldn't blame him if he were to never come back. She had crossed the line and said things that had hurt him, she deserved to be left alone. She didn't deserve all the kindness that Ryul had offered her. She didn't deserve all of the protection he'd given her, she didn't deserve him.
She peeled her face off of the window in those moments, feeling almost defeated. She had to do something, she had to get her mind off of all these painful thoughts. She didn't want to consider the possibility that Ryul had possibly given up on her. She didn't want to have to think of what her next move would be, if he never came back. She didn't want to face the possibility of being left all alone again, and the sinking terror that came with it. A deep breath was pulled into her lungs as she sulked away from the window and into the kitchen. She would cook the sausage, chicken and noodles that Ryul had suggested to her earlier. No one had eaten, and even though she wasn't in the mood to eat, she thought perhaps the others would enjoy a hot meal. Quietly pulling out the pans an ingredients needed, she started cooking in an almost zombie like state. Her crimson eyes were blank, dulled from her previous fit. She was just so tired, so exhausted from all the emotions.
She stirred the noodles with deft hands, much like she'd seen Ryul. He really was a fantastic cook, and she had learned so much from him. If it had not been for him, she probably wouldn't know how to cook anything---she would probably be dead. Truth was, she needed Ryul. And she had perhaps just scared him away. Maybe he and Kitai had gone to look for paradise themselves. Maybe they didn't need her and Kitai would be able to guide him farther than she could ever dream.
She paused, her delicate fingers coiling away from the wooden spoon she was using to stir. The mere thought of Ryul running off was painful enough, but him running off with someone else? With another...Girl? Hana bit down on her lip at the thought, not even wanting to think about it. That was a whole new kind of pain, one she didn't even understand. Human emotions were so hard to figure out sometimes. She didn't know what that pain was, or why she only felt it when she thought of Ryul leaving her, but it was always there. And the thought of him finding someone else to guide him was devastating. She shook her head, trying to push such thoughts out of her head. He would never do that to her. He wouldn't. He was too kind, he was too wonderful; even if she was the only one that knew it. She had complete faith in Ryul.
She picked up the spoon and started stirring again, and just in time as the pot was about to bubble over. She finished cooking silently, keeping to herself despite Mura's and Kat's efforts to cheer her up. She didn't want to dance anymore, she didn't want to sing or play. She just wanted to see Ryul, she wanted to know he was home safe. She finished the meal completely, and served it on the beautiful pasta plates Ryul loved to use for such meals. She carried the plates to the dining room and set the table neatly. He had a wonderful dining room, fit to feed a large family. But Hana had only ever had Ryul's company at the large table. It looked weird, all decorated and set for more than just the two of them. She set out plates for everyone, excluding her seat next to Ryul's. She wasn't hungry. She looked at the nearly complete table, and then stared at her usual chair. Running her fingers over the beautiful smooth wood she sighed.
Her stomach grumbled uncomfortably, she definitely couldn't eat. She just wasn't in the condition, and it wouldn't be the same without Ryul anyway. She went to Mura and Kat, offering a slight smile. "There are two plates set for you two, you can sit anywhere but the end seat, that's Ryul's favorite spot because he likes to look at his paintings when he eats." she choked out, nearly cracking that the mention of Ryul. She paused for only a second to gain composure and continue. "I won't be joining you, I still don't feel good from earlier. I think I'm just going to lay down. If--" she cringed at the thought, and then corrected herself. "When Ryul and Kitai get back, please let them know there is food out for them too. Drinks are in the fridge and I already set out cups for you. I hope you enjoy it, but my cooking is nothing like Ryul's." she said softly, before walking away. She didn't want any objections, she just wanted to go. She paused in the living room, only to pull the window next to the door open, in hopes that maybe Ryul would smell the food and come home.
With the tiniest hint of hope, she flipped on the porch light, and gazed out the window for only a moment before sulking off to her room. She shut the door and turned off her light, crawling meekly into her bed. She didn't bother covering up, she was too worked up to be cold. Instead she simply curled herself up into a ball and grabbed onto her favorite stuffed animal, burying her face into its fur. He had to come back, and she would wait for him.  But she'll give it all up for them, as they are all she has left...
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 3:38 pm
 I Can Walk On Water, I Can Fly. It was a cold afternoon, and Olivia hated it already. The air was heavy with the unreleased tension that was brewing up in the clouds, storm threatening to break loose at any moment. She was in for a wet day. Pleasant. With a sigh, she padded up the crest of the hill she had been making her way towards all day, knowing without a doubt in her mind that what she could see beyond it would tell her all she needed to know. And sure enough, when she reached the top and looked down, she saw a vast, walled city. The bustling of human life seemed to be calming down as they scuttled for their homes for dinner.
At the thought of dinner, Olivia was aware of a low grumbling sensation in her belly, and her ears flattened as she nipped at the fur on her side as if she expected that to make it stop. Naturally, it didn't, so she simply let out a long sigh and sat down, eyes raking over the huge city. She whined softly, nose tingling from the mingled scents of food wafting up on the breeze towards her. There was a forest nearby, her mind reasoned. She could try and catch something in there. However, venturing into the forest might make her lose track of the Flower's scent, which was getting dimmer in the dying light--like it was moving away or something. Olivia got to her paws, her whining intensifying as she looked back and forth between the city and the forest.
Trees meant safety. Food. Shelter. The city was full of humans, running around in their huge packs. Towns she could deal with; people weren't in such big groups there, and generally didn't notice a lone wolf skulking through town, disguise or no. In a city . . . she shuddered at the memories that conjured, willing them out of her mind. Cities were death to wolves.
But . . .
Olivia's ears pricked forward as the scent intensified for a brief flash, everything in her body standing on end in curiosity and mild alarm. With a deep breath, she began her descent down the hill, tail between her legs as she headed towards the high walls. She had to be brave. Food would come later, she hoped. The Flower might never come again.
Deciding that going around to the outskirts would be less dangerous than trying to barrel through the large, forbidding front gates, Olivia circled around the city, darting from bush to bush and thankful for the rapidly falling blackness of night. Mismatched eyes could still see perfect in the darkness, and she crept forward slowly, knowing she was getting close as the inhabitants' scents got fainter and fewer in number. However, the few humans she could smell were foul and unwashed, and everything seemed permeated with garbage and beer and feces and sickness. She shook her head with a violent exhale through her nose, a small growl rippling from her throat. She didn't like this at all. The pollution in the air disgusted her and made her feel sick. And the rain that was now starting to fall made it worse, the mud squelching beneath her paws and splattering up and sticking to her fur, making her almost retch from the stench.
Above the reek of the poor district, however, Olivia caught wind of something else. She pulled her steps to a halt, going deathly still as she lifted her nose to the air, taking a deep inhale, opening her mouth to get a better bearing on the scent. Her ears swiveled back and forth, the tip of her tail twitching just slightly.
Wolves. Or, what her brain told her was wolves from the memories of her childhood. She tilted her head to the side, pelt rippling in a strange mixture of elation and fear. They were close--in a warehouse a few hundred feet away, if she wasn't mistaken. She didn't know what they were doing there, and part of her wanted it to stay that way. She could quite easily keep on going and slip past them, continuing on towards the Flower. However, another part of her wondered if the presence of these two wolves meant that they too were looking for the Flower, or perhaps had already found it. If she followed or approached them, maybe they could show her the way? It would be nice to have companionship again. To be part of a pack.
Slowly and carefully, Olivia padded through the muck towards the old warehouse, sniffing around the outside as she tried to discern how the other two got into the building. She spotted two sets of paw-prints, and she leaned down to investigate. A male and a female, from what she could tell, and if the few droplets of blood in one of the tracks were anything to go by, the male was hurt. She frowned, straightening up and continuing on. Maybe if they were wounded, they'd be less-inclined to attack? Olivia doubted it, but one could always hope.
Finally the small wolf found a door, and she paused, trying to keep hidden. She could hear the other two moving around inside, and she was suddenly struck by intense fear. They were shuffling around and moving things, and Olivia gulped, taking in a deep breath to steady herself as she willed her human shape onto herself. Then, softly, tentatively; ever-so quietly, she stuck her head through.
"H-hello?" I Will Keep On Fighting 'Til I Die.  Olivia ♪♫
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