07-04-2016, 02:15 PM
Banished.
Not that Harlowe had been any help as a Chamberling, in fact she spent ninety percent of her time in the form of a wolf; unsuspecting and hunting. She had met her father briefly in passing but the word was out anyone related to Lupei or Dacia was to be run out - Harlowe, though relatively timid to confrontation was the first to leave. The Chamber was best as a wolf but the other lands didn't have as much coverage for a traveling predator so for the first time since her mother had left her, she shifted back into a horse - bay, mint brindle stripes - yellow eyes like her ma, she preferred to not draw attention but these things were uncontrollable. She takes to the field, the only other place she could potentially find a home, for now she would keep her wolf-shifting and fire manipulation to herself because it may well indeed give her away.
She is merely three but her cautious nature had developed from being with a pack, she observed others - some quite boastful in their feather show, others to the point but our Harlowe stayed close to the field's edge - close enough to escape without being bombarded. She was a wild thing, she had no manners, she had no idea of anything spare safety, nourishment, and attacking if the pack was in danger. She quietly waits, knowing someone would eventually discover her if they were truly looking but she is in no hurry and she won't leave with just anyone.
Finding a new pack would be hard, indeed.
Not that Harlowe had been any help as a Chamberling, in fact she spent ninety percent of her time in the form of a wolf; unsuspecting and hunting. She had met her father briefly in passing but the word was out anyone related to Lupei or Dacia was to be run out - Harlowe, though relatively timid to confrontation was the first to leave. The Chamber was best as a wolf but the other lands didn't have as much coverage for a traveling predator so for the first time since her mother had left her, she shifted back into a horse - bay, mint brindle stripes - yellow eyes like her ma, she preferred to not draw attention but these things were uncontrollable. She takes to the field, the only other place she could potentially find a home, for now she would keep her wolf-shifting and fire manipulation to herself because it may well indeed give her away.
She is merely three but her cautious nature had developed from being with a pack, she observed others - some quite boastful in their feather show, others to the point but our Harlowe stayed close to the field's edge - close enough to escape without being bombarded. She was a wild thing, she had no manners, she had no idea of anything spare safety, nourishment, and attacking if the pack was in danger. She quietly waits, knowing someone would eventually discover her if they were truly looking but she is in no hurry and she won't leave with just anyone.
Finding a new pack would be hard, indeed.
H A R L O W E
no chamber, obvs or deserts pls.
