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Posted on December 2, 2015 at 09:33:21 PM by MORRIGAN
She had moved from the swamp to the woods to the fields, shedding the claustrophobic trees for the more open air. The winter air was cold, but the noon sunshine bright, and Morrigan had half a mind to brave the frigid lake and sunbathe on the island. She had become a little more reckless than she had been, a little less stringent and proper about the things that she did. Taika had shown her that, the beauty of play and no-forethought- it had been more than beneficial to the assassin. No longer was she the recluse who had bided her time in the swamp, no, the russet girl had emerged almost a new creature entirely. A new name, a new outlook. Morrigan felt airy and light as she trotted through the fields, supple curvature radiant in the sunlight.
The lifestyle proposed by the woman had been an interesting one, a life of wandering with a family that was picked, not given. It was a tantalizing proposal, and Morrigan had promised that she would give it the thought that it deserved. Perhaps groups of wanderers were simply foretold in fate, given that her life before Moladion had been filled with the strife of a wandering band of mercenaries. But these wolves were not mercs, she knew that for a fact. If Morrigan had to guess, she would assume that the lot of them were very similar to the wolf she had met on her first day out of the swamp. Morrigan paused on the banks of the lake, gazing out over the still water only punctuated by small, rippling waves. Her tail gave a flick as she tested the water with one white paw, recoiling at the sheer temperature of the water. A short laugh escaped her muzzle as she realized the absurdity of her action- had she really expected the lake to not be cold? Perhaps today was not the day for sunbathing, then. She chuckled at herself again, her heart feeling so awkwardly light and free. There was still a seriousness, a sharpness to her gaze but no longer did it hold the anger and spitefulness a youth of tribulation had brought. Morrigan
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