I used to rule the world (Satori)

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A cool, chilling breeze swept through the air, a welcomed change from the current temperature. Aside from the pleasant, although rare breeze, the air was still. No, not just still, still, thick, almost palpable. It felt as if you could reach out and split it open with a finely manicured nail, and with the heavy moisture the air held, water would come spilling out of the wounded atmosphere. It was early in the morning, despite the heat, the watery sunshine pouring from the pale sky weak as it forced it's way over the horizon. One of those days that even the darkest creature that crawls through the night would pray that soon the sun would rise, strong, burn away the humidity, and leave a dry head behind. One strong sniff of the air, however, and you knew that wouldn't be the case. Rain tainted the air, a storm was brewing just beyond the horizon, and if anything killed the heat, it would be a rainstorm. An oh so pleasant rainstorm. Many people would moan and groan over the foul weather, other's would rejoice- some would do a little of both. Especially Otulissa.

Otulissa loved the rain, whether it be a pleasant shower, a gentle mist, or a powerful downpour that threatened to split the earth with every crack of thunder- and she figured that this particular storm would defiantly be the latter, a much needed rain, although a rather violent one. Personally, that would thrill her- if she was home. Oh yes, the rain was nice, and she wouldn't mine walking through it, but when it was a storm, she'd rather be inside, away from the lashing winds and risk of getting struck by a stray zap of lightning- and yet with this approaching storm, Otulissa was sad to admit she was a bit farther from Castle Rulin than she'd like to be.

She was a pretty girl, standing just a couple of inches over five feet tall, slender, pale skin and reddish brown hair that fell down to her shoulders, bright, pale blue eyes set in a regal position over high cheekbones, under a shade of thick eyelashes. Heaving a sigh, her own breath too warm against her lips for the thick humidity in the air, she, in a fretting manner, brushed her hair back behind her ears. The humidity would give it hell, she knew- yet she refused to fluster herself. Frustration would give way to overheating, overheating would lead to sweat, and barely holding back a distressed cry she wondered- why would a pretty face like her's need to be covered in sweat! Almost self-conciously, she looked around her. She was in the Village of Thrinter, a loner's land. Thinking back herself, she it seemed to have slipped her mind why on earth she was visiting this particular village- if she needed to purchase something, why not just go to Fernfew? She heaved a sigh, against detesting the warmth. Of course she knew why now- it was simple curiosity. What did the loner's have out here that Fernfew didn't? Anything special? Anything that would tickle her fancy? Well, it didn't seem to matter so much now to her, she suddenly wished she were in Fernfew, knowing that if the storm suddenly made its self known, a quick dash out of there, and she'd be home. Too late now- whether she started back to Rulin now, or in a few hours, she'd get caught in the storm, this she was assured of as another threateningly cold breeze sent a chill down her spine. At least Fernfew was frequently an interesting village, she thought to herself, holding her head high with her pride on her sleeve. As long as she was here, she represented Rulin, if anyone recognized her as their beta, that was, so she may as well represent it well. Who knew vanity would be a Rulin Rep?

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Paws graced over the morning dew covered foliage, racing in a languid sprint as the obsidian creature weaved in and out of trees that made up part of the area around the Thrinter Village. Garnet eyes darted every which way, taking in all the details that she could find in her surroundings and taking marks in her memory bank to memorize every last bit of it. She had been up only moments before the sun began peaking over the horizon and as her usual routine went in the morning she was taking her usual stretch racing through the woods around Thrinter. The air was heavy in her panting lungs, sending a burning sensation through her entire body, but it all went unnoticed to Satori. The electricity within the very air sent blissful shivers through out her very muscles and Satori was more than eager for the oncoming storm to show it's gruesome face to the Village of Thrinter. Rain was one thing, but what Satori loved the most was the thunderous roaring that chased after the vicious strikes of Lightning. It was the most intense feeling that pumped adrenaline in waves for Satori that most the time she felt invincible. She never understood the way it made her feel so alive when Lightning struck the ground, or when Thunder quickly roared after it's mate, but it did and she took it in greedily.

The wolf broke through the trees, landing on a dirt path, sliding a moment as she quickly changed her direction to follow the path that would lead her right back into the Village. Satori didn't slow a bit as she quickly came upon the village, only when she found herself among the buildings did she slow to a leisure trot as she made her way to a more secluded home at the northern edge of the Village. It was a simple shack, one the villagers had put together for her as she spent quite a bit of time in this village. It was one of her more favorite areas within the region, save for the Havren's Waterfalls or the Wayward Woods in the Veronti territory. Her thoughts trailed over the ways she had freely roamed through claimed packlands, going unnoticed by most of the pack members. Of course she only visited her most favorite places within the pack territories and only spent four days at most out there before she retreated back into the Unclaimed Territory. Satori kept to the back ends of the homes and it was only a matter of minutes before she found herself leaping in through an open window into the small shack.

The moment her paws hit the floor her body shifted, bones snapping and reshaping and soon Satori stood up, running her hands over the small of her back to stretch out a kink she had managed to get in her early morning run. Dark, blue black hair clung to her sweat covered skin framing around her face and she gave a snort of derision. One didn't sweat as a wolf, but as a human it was a very unpleasant. She pushed her bangs from face and made her way through the two roomed building. Their was only a large living room, stuffed with the coziest of furniture that Satori had 'picked' up along her travels, and then the wash room. It was all she needed as she had no desire for a big home like most people did. With a quick wash to get off the sweat that had gathered after shifting, Satori dressed slowly and made her way out of her tiny little home and back into the streets of Thrinter. Something was making her bones uneasy, a curious scent was on the wind, and Satori knew a Pack wolf was roaming off their terrain. A sinister grin tugged the corners of her lips up, exposing the tips of fangs as she made her way towards the smell. The village was slowly waking up as the sun made its way above the horizon even if most of the warm rays could not be seen from behind the billowing clouds. Curiosity overwhelmed Satori as she pondered on why a Pack wolf would be among the unclaimed territory. It wasn't like it hadn't happened before, but Satori always wondered what made the pack joiners travel all the way out here. She stopped as she came around a few buildings and leaned a shoulder against the building, crossing her arms across her chest as her Garnet eyes fell upon the woman.

Silently she studied the woman with observant eyes. She wasn't as tall as Satori, but she held her own unique beauty Satori supposed. It was easy enough for Satori to tell which pack she was from as each one carried their own unique air. A Rulin was gracing this village this morning and one that seemed to carry herself as if she had some sort of status. The moment the woman got a little closer, Satori shifted her position yet still remained leaned against the building in a relaxed way. "Good morning," She called to the wolfess, her eyes watching her with an unblinking ease. Satori knew anyone was allowed to come and go as they pleased as these were unclaimed lands, however this village was, in a way, her home and she didn't like it when people brought trouble with them. She wasn't one to assume, but she wasn't one to be blind to the signs if they were apparent either. For now she would be as friendly as she thought to be towards the female, but that didn't mean she had to trust her right off the bat either.


OoC: Sorry it took so long to post for you. hope this post is alright .