06-02-2021, 08:19 PM
^^Valeska had pointed Dahlia in the direction she had wanted to go; speaking of a Pack that was not unkind and suggesting she could ask them if they had seen her family. It was still strange, to think now she had a family -- whereas before, her family had been dead or gone. Dahlia was a mother so young and in the peak of her adventurous, recklessness and yet she was attempting to navigate it in a foreign land where none of the wolves she knew seemed to be. It did not strike her with fear; the emotion being something that she rarely felt. Before she had become a mother, Dahlia had never felt it. Now, though, it filled her on the rare ocassion. She had never needed to fear for her offspring, they had Osiris and they had her, even if she was likely the most reckless creature they would ever meet.
It wasn't fear that gripped the little firecracker now, either. It was moreso impatience, she supposed, at wanting to find Osiris and their children and continue to venture through the world. She would be lying if she didn't think briefly on the opportunity that she had been given. Dahlia had always been a free spirit, at home with never being home -- even if she would always find her way back -- and always going over the line of sanity. Dying and waking up? It was almost like the world was saying here! here, you can start again and just fuck around again without any responsibility! She would be lying if it wasn't tempting, to shirk the responsibility and say fuck it, but Spice was in her head in the back, telling her that despite all of the reckless bones in her body, Dahlia was not disloyal.
Osiris and their children were her family and though they had shaken the very foundations she had erected, she was not going to abandon them. She missed Osiris, this she knew and though they had never attached a label to them -- she knew she missed him in a way she hadn't really missed anyone before. Dahlia groaned dramatically as stretched out her back, rump in the air and tail flying high above. If these wolves did not have any answers to her questions, Dolly was uncertain of what she would do from there. Should she spend the rest of her life seeking out wolves who may not have found their way to the Other like she had? Or should she move on?
Or try to move, she supposed she should say. Unlikely was she to forget the children she had borne. Still, if she had little options, Dahlia couldn't just go where the wind took her -- the decisions not as easy as her previous. The red-coated woman bounded forward as she barked, not quite encroaching on the scents that told her of the Pack borders but close enough that her voice could -- should -- carry. Restlessly she pawed the Earth, the itch to adventure and roam strong as she rooted herself to the spot.
She had to find out.
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It wasn't fear that gripped the little firecracker now, either. It was moreso impatience, she supposed, at wanting to find Osiris and their children and continue to venture through the world. She would be lying if she didn't think briefly on the opportunity that she had been given. Dahlia had always been a free spirit, at home with never being home -- even if she would always find her way back -- and always going over the line of sanity. Dying and waking up? It was almost like the world was saying here! here, you can start again and just fuck around again without any responsibility! She would be lying if it wasn't tempting, to shirk the responsibility and say fuck it, but Spice was in her head in the back, telling her that despite all of the reckless bones in her body, Dahlia was not disloyal.
Osiris and their children were her family and though they had shaken the very foundations she had erected, she was not going to abandon them. She missed Osiris, this she knew and though they had never attached a label to them -- she knew she missed him in a way she hadn't really missed anyone before. Dahlia groaned dramatically as stretched out her back, rump in the air and tail flying high above. If these wolves did not have any answers to her questions, Dolly was uncertain of what she would do from there. Should she spend the rest of her life seeking out wolves who may not have found their way to the Other like she had? Or should she move on?
Or try to move, she supposed she should say. Unlikely was she to forget the children she had borne. Still, if she had little options, Dahlia couldn't just go where the wind took her -- the decisions not as easy as her previous. The red-coated woman bounded forward as she barked, not quite encroaching on the scents that told her of the Pack borders but close enough that her voice could -- should -- carry. Restlessly she pawed the Earth, the itch to adventure and roam strong as she rooted herself to the spot.
She had to find out.
^^
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