Go back to sleep [Harlot/Open]

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It may have been foolish of the female to back track slightly; yet, after the run in she held with another wolf, the femme decided rest was not always a bad thing. After all, she had been ever so exhausted lately, maybe it was needed to just relax for a bit. Thus, the Mexican femme had wandered towards the large river she had heard earlier. A nice drink and maybe a quick nap, then she would be on her way once more! The journey would continue until no longer she would be alone. Her training would begin and all would float on in the exact dream she planned. Wearily the female lay down, her brown optics watching the river. Nashira could never quite understand why rushing water was so soothing, nevertheless she was enjoying it. By now the sun was sitting quite lower in the sky, and the moon could be seen poking about in the sky. There was still a few hours left of daylight before darkness reigned upon these lands.

The female outstretched her front legs, enjoying the mist that sprayed against her paws from the water. Slowly the pleased grin grew upon her features. 'Sometimes I really believe I am my only friend, and that is how it always will be.' These thoughts did not bother the female in the slightest, quite the contrary actually. She truthfully enjoyed the silence, the lack of arguments and disagreements; however, that did not mean that the female did not want socialization at all. A certain part of her mind had settled itself into denial, pretending to be happy by the lonely life she had led since the death of her mother. A depressed groan escaped the female's lips, 'what if Hadrian isn't there?' The thought was enough to make the female nearly break into tears, yet she was not quite that fragile. The sorrows swarming within her stomach were going to continue to be held there. The female was a warrior, just because times were difficult did not mean that she was going to break down.

Shifting onto her side the female realized that the insomnia she was suffering from was real. The female was amazed by the exhaustion she was experiencing; however, sleep or relaxation seemed the farthest thing from her mind. A certain tension slunk over the female's body for a moment, and Nashira instantly righted herself into a very stiff seated position. "What the hell," she grumbled underneath of her breath, thoroughly agitated with the way that her alone time was turning out. It seemed that all she was able to do was dwell upon the future or the past, instead of enjoying the present. The female was quite goal-oriented and was not exactly used to permitting herself time away from the hunt. Life was a constant search, hoping and praying that she would find the answer to all of her questions. The War God would most certainly bring her that.

The female quivered her auds quickly, had she heard something? Brown optics darted rabidly across the lands, the female swore that something was sneaking up upon her. Seconds later, a small bird took flight from some lengthy prairie grass that covered the ground. Orbs followed the bird in its ascent to the clouds above, watching it disappear. 'Sometimes I wish it were just that easy,' nerves had begun to get to Nashira. Whenever she was alone now it seemed like the emotional warfare began. Was she tough and stoic? Or just a depressed little girl? The Mexican femme was confident that she was a warrior, none had ever shown her any other way. Her guard slipped down to normal and the female laughed softly to herself, hoping that no one truthfully was watching her. It would embarrass the female quite a bit to have another see her little fright. Grinning softly, the female averted her attention back towards the rushing water. Gracefully permitting her anxiety to slip away, to drown beneath the rushing blue.

OoC| I know this isn't that good, sorry :/

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Bright light and warmth. That's all Harlot could register in the late afternoon. Another thing she could register was faint laughing, although it was all in her head. The laughter of her pack mates, the laughter of her family before the battle. The laughter at her. While being mute was difficult in the first place, it was even more difficult to ignore the laughter. The only thing she could do was drown it out with her music, or listen to the birds. Having been kept hostage for quite awhile because she refused -- no, she couldn't speak, although they assumed she just refused. But they didn't understand her language, the way she spoke. She couldn't tell them anything. There were a few other wolves from her pack that were taken hostage as well, but any who attempted to plead her case were killed on spot, in front of her pleading eyes, begging them to understand. She wished she could have said something, saved the souls that had tried to save her. Save her mother. But she couldn't speak; no sounds left her throat. She couldn't even growl. All she could do was use facial expressions and posture to react, the explain what she was trying to say.

Extra long limbs stretched out in front of her, grabbing the earth multiple times over again. Her steady lope allowed her to reach greater distances at greater speeds, without losing too much energy. Mohagony pools seemed ahead, regarding each detail with precision. She could examine every object many feet before she reached them, and took great joy that she had vision, and hearing. What would she do without hearing? The russet femme allowed a shy smile to plaster her facade as she imagined being able to sing like the birds, chiming in on their birdsong. Instead, she could thump her paws on the soft earth, creating a beat and rhythm of her own. But a voice. What would hers be like? The birdsong? The wind itself? Her mothers? The already grieving maiden felt we stomach clench at the thought of her mother, and faught back storms of tears. She missed her mother so greatly. The only other that knew what she wanted. The one who didn't give up on her. But Harlot gave up on her. The maidens stomach jolted, attempting to bring the tears, but Harlot would not allow them. Instead, she did what she always did; raised her large harks higher and listened for the simplest tune. There. She stopped in her tracks immediately. She felt her paws beneath her tingle in anticipation. She let one thus to the ground, and then another as she sat back on her haunches, and began to play.

It wasn't quite an hour when she stopped, waiting quietly, debating on whether or not she should try to have a nap. But the bird she had bee playing with suddenly leaped off its branch and fluttered into the open air, and up into the sky. Harlot could hear another wolf nearby, and felt stupid for not having realized it earlier. She wished she could have dialed in frustration. Her lip curled back in distaste at herself, before she carefully parted her maw, attempting to get a good scent of this wolf. It appeared to be female, and perhaps slightly older than Harlot, although not by much. But that was all Harlot could tell. Carefully, she crept forward through the undergrowth, trying to keep her paws silent on the earth, although the crunching of the dead leaves on the ground made it impossible. Giving up all hope of remaining hidden, Harlot stepped out into the open, in clear view of the wolf in front of her. She had a moment to examine this wolf; slightly shorter than she, although more muscular, as most wolves were, mocha orbs much like her own, and a multicolored coat. Harlot smiled shyly, her expression easily readable as friendly, but nervous. She kept her plume low, but wagging in a slows, calm manner. Her body position remained relaxed, although not dominant. 'Hello,'

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Word Count: six eighty-seven
Tags: nashira|open
Muse: rather good
Notes: nonesense! yours was fabulous!

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The Mexican female was a bit embarrassed regarding the reaction she had just given from the bird that had sent quite the fright rushing through her veins. Ears pulled back for a moment, although no emotions poured through the female's face. This was not her fault exactly, as Nashira was brought up to avoid showing emotion. All emotions brought was heartbreak, humiliation and let down. That much was true. If the female could, she would surely kill them all; drown them in their own tears of pain and agony. Alas! Despite her undying urge to get rid of them, she absolutely could not. Thus, the feelings were bottled up in a jail cell tucked deeply within the femme's mind. There they could be ignored, for the most part, and would not have an opportunity to surface. Then she couldn't be laughed at! Others would not be able to tease her about the emotional responses and connections to others that she had, because she had none.

For a moment longer the female held her tongue, slightly worried about how long this wolf had been watching her. Even now, Nashira struggled to smell the other. It seemed that the Mexican femme would rely on other senses more; yet, with the continuous stress building up it was hard for her to focus on anything. Anything other than her goal anyway. Once that was accomplished, well then her life seemed to be a turmoil of ever changing possibilities. Sometimes the concept frightened her and on other occasions she welcomed it greedily. Either way, the female would need to say something to the other; they couldn't hold a staring contest forever. "Salutations," the femme greeted the other softly, still a bit worried by the entire situation playing out before her. Audits quivered eagerly, wondering if this creature was going to speak. The other female had been eerily quiet thus far, it made Nashira feel on edge. 'What if this female has others around here,' a muddy gaze swam over the terrain. Anxiety was rising beneath the russet pelted female. An ambush would not exactly be a welcome experience, especially after the run in she had held with the brute not long before. Perhaps that really was just luck, and now she was going to be mauled by savages.

Muscles tensed beneath the female's skin, showing her strength without her even intending to. Nashira was not one to instigate fights; however, she felt quite threatened in this scenario. The thought never came across her mind that perhaps this stranger couldn't speak. Communication verbally had been in Nashira's entire life, it was something that she never even had necessarily counted as a blessing. The femme would be lost without the ability to directly tell others what was on her mind. The lack of speech would ruin her plans of going to find the War Deity. Nashira would not be able to explain her mother's message to the brute, assuming she ever found him that is. It would cause the female's entire perspective on life to come crashing down into nothingness.

Her head cocked to the side, a mottled stare observing the slender female. Friendly, normal, conversation had never exactly been easy for the warrior female; let alone in an event such as this. Instead, the Mexican shifted her weight awkwardly from one side to the other, attempting to catch a glimpse of what the other female was doing. 'She seems innocent enough,' but Nashira was not ignorant enough to believe that looks could not be deceiving. After all, there was quite the capability that this female could lunge at any second. 'Perhaps she is mad?' the thought crossed her mind on more than one occasion as seconds contorted themselves into hours. Confusion had thoroughly consumed her brain, this silent one was strange.