Renewing an Acquaintance

[Paige]

Sealla dear...

The words rang through the forest silently, searching for their target and entering her mind. Gold eyes stared at the looming oaks, peering into the engulfing darkness.

Sealla had switched sides, something Paige would never really believe until seeing it for herself. That in mind, the blonde lycan stepped into the forest winding her way through trees, ducking under branches, and weeving around bushes. Further and further she walked heading towards the clearing she knew could be found in the heart of the forest.

The moon shone bright over head, and not a sound was heard apart from the sporadic hooting of owls and howlings of wolves. Coming to a stop in the desired clearing, the lycaness kept her ears trained for the sound of her old friend's arrival.

Old friend. I wonder if she still is. she thought to herself, smiling wryly. If what she'd heard of the newly revived Sealla was true, then Paige doubted that friendship would be remembered. The new Sealla didn't have friends, she had loyalties and enemies. Or so the blonde lycan heard.

You never can trust rumors. she thought, pulling the hood of her cloak tighter around her face.

[Sealla (Retired)]

Such a familiar voice rang throughout the woman's mind. Who was it? No... It couldn't be... Could it?

The bright yellow tinge to Paige's wolven fur violently contrasted against the forest's rather dull and deathly monotone colours, along with Sealla's own coat. But this time it was her hair, not her fur, that was striken against in vitality. The dark cloak that entrapped the woman's lithe and thin form bustled only slightly within the strong winds that had so suddenly thrived throughout the forest for the past few days.

With both her hands shoved within the confinements her cloak pockets, the crackling leaves announced her arrival long before the golden-eyed Lycan could have picked up her scent, even though the woman was down wind of her. "You called, old friend?" Though her tone sounded awefully blank, the words meant more than they sounded from the woman's pale pink lips.

[Paige]

"So it's true then, you have joined the forest." she said simply.

Gold eyes stared hard at the raven haired woman, almost coldly. After a shrewd calculative glance, the blonde walked over to Sealla a small smile playing on her lips.

"Well, you can join a rebellion led by frogs for all I care. You'll still be a friend in my book." she said jokingly before pulling the woman into a friendly embrace. Pulling back she said "So what else is new with you?"


ooc: Sh*tty post Oo

[Sealla (Retired)]

Held within the brace, Sealla almost smiled whilst placing her arms tentatively around the woman's small waist. She wasn't all that much larger than Paige, but still enough to notice in comparison. Her own waist wasn't as curved between ribs and hips, though none of that mattered. After letting go of the blonde, a vicious question bit at the back of her mind. Is she a Tunnel Lycan? The last time they had seen each other, Paige was a nomad like Rogue.

Was this time any different?

The answer to the question would bring either conflict or calmness. Either way, Sealla had to know. "My son, Sean, resides in the Tunnels," the words were rather blunt as a worn blade, and almost filled with hatred, but they cloaked themselves with mysterie. But now was the time to ask. "Are you with them? The tunnel Lycans?"

(Ooc: Sorry for the bad post, mind blank and I have loads more to reply to. It's getting to me.)

[Paige]

Stepping away from the raven haired lycaness, she moved to lean against the bark of a large oak. Crossing one ankle over the other and folding her arms in the same gesture, she let a slow smile light her features briefly.

Staring the woman in the eyes the smirk that was becoming customary settled in place. She wasn't fooled for a second. With what she'd found out about this 'changed' Sealla, allowed her to not be fooled by her skills at covering her true emotions.

Amusement brought out the faint scots brogue that persisted on clinging to her words "My allegiance is to myself and those I hold dear, not to any pack. Packs tend to have rules, I don't really care much for rules."


ooc: Not like I'd be able to say anything, mine is worse >< -runs behind a large rock-

[Sealla (Retired)]

A sigh of relief escaped from the woman's lips. The world seemed to have been lifted from her shoulders at the way her stance responded to Paige's words. How glad the woman was that Paige belonged to no one but herself. If she were a Tunnel Lycan, she'd have to do what she had done to the others that wished to meet with Sealla.

And that was the last thing she wished to do.

Paige seemed to have slightly shut off from Sealla, but she knew looks were decieving, and that Paige still held Sealla as a close friend, and vice-versa. "I'm glad, old friend," her soft voice replied warmly. "So where have you been all this time?"

(Ooc: Mine isn't any better! *hides under a plastic bag*)

[†Amelia†]

ooc: oh geez....listen to you two...and when your posts are always so good.

-bangs your heads together-

-rubs hands in a 'job well done' mannor-

[Paige]

ooc: -flicks Mel-l-y-kins- >< XP

IC:

"Oh, you know- here and there." she answered evasively.

Friend or not, she wasn't willing to relay her previous where abouts just yet. Truth be told, she'd been all over the place. Chasing the man who'd been the very devil to her all her life. Shrugging slightly, she pushed away the memories threatening to rise to the surface.

"Now tell me in detail about your death and rebirth. It's not every day that a person can say they literally came back from the dead." she said, her tone showing amusement and interest. Smiling crookedly she asked "Is their really a heaven with pearly gates? Or did you go to some kind of hell? Or maybe limbo?"

[Sealla (Retired)]

Many questions shot past the woman's mouth, curiosity snatching up the better of Paige. Sealla knew there was a deep, dark place, but not if the heavens truely existed. It was almost as if the Lycan had spent thousands of years within the black, fiery gates of hell. In truth she was only dead for a few days. But the woman herself knew nothing of that.

A first time for everything. Paige was the first to ask what happened to her out of the visitors who had come to seek Sealla out. Smirking and letting go of an eased shrug, Sealla crossed one leg over the other and sunk to the ground cross-legged. "I don't actually know what happened. I was informed I died giving birth, but all I remember was..." She couldn't tell Paige what she had done to Hayzie that night. "...that I was taking care of some business, blackness and then fire all around."

Clearly Sealla didn't want to go into detail as to what actually happened in the underworld, but what she was ready to admit was, "There is a Hell, but that's all I know."