I've been rollin' on the freeway

When @Orlaith fell to the earth in a crimson robe, similary, did she fall to the earth. Worlds colliding, as she tripped over a stone did the new fireclad woman fall headfirst in what was thought to be a fox's den, some sort of rabbithole that was far deeper then any could imagine. Her whole body engulfed into the darkness, as the other life faded into so.

She re-emerged, slipping out of the hole with dirt coated upon her shoulders and shook it off. Of course, she didn't notice anything different. Orlaith didn't have an aim or a home for the moment, she was only a traveller. Yet a frown was upon her head, and a chip upon her shoulder — scowling as already, Orlaith wasn't in the best of moods.

Casted out from her original home, she cursed the elders and any who would hear. She thought she was of their best warriors, and yet due to her age they decided she could fend for herself. Overpopulation! A good and bad sign, for those wolves over-hunted their resources, and was in a scarce time of fighting over meals. She wasn't the only one either though, but the one that she thought, was the most use to the pack as a hole.

Away did she go — she wanted to be no where near that group, and unknowingly, had fallen into a new realm altogether.. As an alternate Orlaith, perished under the claws of a tiger. But she doesn't know that.

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