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Post by cmchewning on Jan 13, 2013 12:52:55 GMT -5
theres a thunder in our hearts baby  so much hate for the ones we love TAG: EVERLEIGH OUTFIT: CLICK ONE LAST THING: HOPE YOU ENJOY.
It had been a while since Agenta had visited her brother's grave. Probably since Christmas Eve, and for Agenta, that was a long time. So, she made a point to get into town today and stop to pick up some flowers before heading to the graveyard. It was a gloomy day out, with the sun hidden by clouds and the possible chance of more snow, it was nasty. It wasn't going to stop Agenta from visiting her brother, though. Nothing could ever do that. So, there she was, pushing the gate open and walking towards his head stone. Her emerald colored eyes never left the name scrawled across it. Dimitri Valyntine. She stopped at the foot of where his coffin would be, slowly lowering herself onto her knees, then leaning forward and placing the flowers right in the middle. She looked across the graveyard, reaching up and pushing a loose strand of hair from her face. It was cold out. A pang hit her, along with a fresh memory of being outside with the Pack, but never being cold because it was the last thing on her mind. Agenta closed her eyes and shook her head. Stop it... It's not helping you, ya know. She shook her head, returning her gaze back to her brother's headstone.
Agenta sat there for a good hour and a half, not paying much attention to what was going on around her. She told him about what had happened to her. What was going on in her head. How alone she felt, and how she wished, if she could do anything, was to bring him back. To have him here. Every time Agenta came here, she spilled her guts. Whatever she had on her mind, whatever was bothering her, she told Dimitri. It honestly, sometimes, kept her sane. It kept her from drowning in her own emotions. Along with her horses, of course, but it was different. She felt like he knew, and she felt like he was there, even though physically, he wasn't. Agenta didn't have anyone. She was the last of her family, her father being an only child, marrying my mother, having one son and one daughter, then the son murdered. She was the last, and it terrified her. She didn't know what was going to happen to her estate if anything happened to her, or what was going to happen to her grandfather's business. It was a big headache, and it drove her insane.
Just as Agenta rose to her feet and was about to leave, she heard something from behind her at quite a distance. Her brows furrowed. Even though she didn't hunt anymore, her senses were still incredibly alert and very in tune with everything around her. She turned slightly, looking around, making sure to hit every knoock and cranny. Nothing. What the hell was that then? Is someone out there? she questioned, still looking around. Whoever or whatever was there, she'd find them. Especially if she kept hearing things.
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Post by Everleigh Anne Mason on Jan 13, 2013 13:37:19 GMT -5
Kids tended to find the strangest things interesting. Well, to be fair, a lot of people found graveyards interesting, especially at night. But Everleigh wasn't that brave. As strange as it may seem, the little wolf-girl was still sort of scared of what could be looming in the dark and couldn't bring herself to wander out much beyond her little cave-house and its comfort and protection. Day trips were more her thing.
And there was just something about a cemetery, day or night, that was intriguing. They were so quiet. Not even the sounds of birds seemed to dwell around her right now...well, given that the girl had heightened hearing, she could hear them but there was still an eerie quality to her surroundings that made her shiver...in a good way...only because it was light out. It was cold. It's been cold for a bit now and though she really didn't need it too much, Ever couldn't help donning the single piece of outerwear that she owned. It was a mens, army green, heavy winter coat and it had been Sam's, her mentor and guardian's. During the winter months, she was hardly ever found without it. Now that Sam was gone, she loved to be huddled in his jacket, that was clearly three sizes too big but comfy and held the lingering scent of the only person who had ever taken care of her, that she could remember.
Sam didn't have a grave. That had always bothered the girl. She wished desperately that she could come to this cemetery and sit by his remains and maybe feel at least a bit closer to him. But would that really be how she felt? Would it make her feel any better at all? Or would it just be some empty gesture that left her feeling hollow? Humans made such gestures but did they really help? She would never know for sure. No one that the girl had ever lost was buried in this place. Not that she knew of, anyway.
But wandering among the graves and weaving through the headstones was a good way to pass the time and let her imagination wander. She wondered as she passed each one, who each person had been and how they had left this world, especially the ones that seemed to have died young. What took them and did people come to visit here still?
But apparently there was someone visiting a grave here today. The little girl had been so lost in her own thoughts, so caught up in her little game that she didn't realize that she wasn't alone until she heard the voice. It was only when she got a bit closer that she saw the woman, standing by a grave. Everleigh kept herself half hidden by a big monument to a family plot nearby. This was obviously a human. Her scent told her that much. And the last thing the child had meant to do was disturb someone who had come to this cemetery to grieve. "I'm sorry." Was all she could say for a long moment. "I was just looking around." Not spying or anything.
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Post by cmchewning on Jan 13, 2013 15:38:51 GMT -5
theres a thunder in our hearts baby so much hate for the ones we love TAG: EVERLEIGH OUTFIT: CLICK ONE LAST THING: HOPE YOU ENJOY.
Agenta's eyes continued to scan. Continued to watch. What stepped out of the trees surprised her, though. She blinked. It was but a young girl with long, blonde hair and blue eyes. An angelic looking thing. I'm sorry... the girl said. Agenta blinked. I was just looking around. Her brows furrowed. She wasn't angry, she was confused. Confused as to why this little girl was out here all by herself, in the middle of winter, and didn't have an adult with her. It's ok... You're alright. You just startled me. Agenta said, offering the child a small smile. She took a slight step towards the girl, then thought about it. She didn't want to scare her off. That wouldn't be good. She looked around for any signs of someone that could be with the girl, but saw none. Thoughts began running through Agenta's mind. Did this girl have anywhere to live? Was she ok? Was she sick? Was she hurt? Was she cold, hungry, thirsty? Was she a- No. Agenta tilted her head. Stop it, Agenta... She's not a werewolf. Stop thinking like that. Shaking her head slightly, she knelt down so she wasn't looking down upon the girl.
My name is Agenta. What's yours? she questioned curiously. She wanted to know a bit about this girl before jumping to any more conclusions. Even though she didn't hunt werewolves anymore, the skills she had obtained from being one came in handy. She was almost like a private investigator. Very good with words and can ask simple questions and get a lot out of them. She didn't want to badger the girl though. She was going to make sure she was okay first. That's all that mattered to her at the moment.
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Post by Everleigh Anne Mason on Jan 13, 2013 18:52:55 GMT -5
Well, at least the lady didn't seem mad. She was relieved for that much, at least. Everleigh didn't mean any harm. In fact, she hadn't even known that this woman was here until she heard her speak. Given that Everleigh was a werewolf and had super hearing and sense of smell...well, the fact she didn't pick up on the fact that she wasn't alone is kind of bad. Still, the kid did still have a lot to learn, though. She had only been a wolf for about a year.
Ever bit her lip, edging out a bit from behind the headstone she had been hiding behind. "I didn't mean to scare you." Hearing random noises when you think you're alone in a cemetery would scare the crap out of just about anyone. The fact that Ever had startled his lady made her feel bad.
The woman took a step closer and Everleigh came to a complete stop. She wasn't completely trusting of strangers. The child had way too many secrets to keep and too many bad experiences in her past to be all that trusting. She just stood and watched the woman as she looked around with a frown on her face. Ever would bet money that she was looking for an adult to go with the small girl in the cemetery. Everyone did that to her. Just like everyone else, though, the woman wouldn't have any luck. Anyone that had ever cared for this little girl was dead and buried somewhere now. She was definitely alone.
Her name was Agenta. The child's never heard that one before but then again, a lot of people had never heard "Everleigh" before either. The girls had something in common already. "Everleigh." Her voice was soft and meek, still biting her lip as her eyes flitted away to glance around for a moment. They were definitely the only ones around right now. And that eerie quiet was back. Everleigh pulled the oversized jacket tighter around her as she stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.
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