Nova Prime
Queen of Procrastination
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Welcome to OMEN, everyone. Again, I thank you for your patience. Firstly, for any future reference, the Out Of Character Thread is where any comments, queries, or notifications of absence should be posted.
I will be playing as my own character alongside the rest of you and, in addition, I will also be writing from a observant and narrative point of view at various points. This narrative will be important for many reasons, which the characters will discover as time goes on.
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I'm sure I've gone past that tree. I'm sure of it...
Travel was usually such a pleasure for Riley. She revelled in it, enjoyed the opportunity to jump and run and sprint to her heart's content. But today it dragged, each step an agonising, laboured pacing, each second, a whole year. Maybe she could not deal with pain as well as she'd hoped.
Snarling a little, she tried, as she'd already tried countless times, to shift and run on all fours. And as always, for a moment or two, she trotted a little, perhaps even began to run, and then her shoulder would sting sharply and give way and she'd stop once more. This time it look a little longer than normal and she yowled when it finally kicked in, already sick of the inconvenience it was causing. Shifting back, she gave up for the time being, moving at an increased, albeit still slow pace, back in the general direction of her makeshift Clan's den.
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From the huge Dianderia Falls, high in the Eastern Wilds, many smaller streams and creeks break away. One sizeable stream in particular runs through several Clan Territories, and when it reaches the banks of Lake Kescai splits off again. This stream twists and turns every which way, until finally, it trails in a modest crescent shape around a small den site. The den itself is quite useful, not easily spotted amongst the foliage. In order to enter, one must lower one's head. Many large, leafy plants line the side of the stream and continue to dot themselves around the area. It is altogether not an unlikable place.
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Spying this telltale stream, Riley Blodwedd rolled her eyes.
Finally.
A small group of strangely mismatched individuals were spread rather evenly about the den site when Riley scuffled in. She huffed, blowing blood streaked bangs from her eyes, trying to not make a big deal of her return, despite the noticeably dark red stain on her otherwise regular red clothing. A small fire burnt shallowly, awaiting somebody to tend to it, and she sat down hurriedly beside it without bothering to greet anyone. The urgency of her rapidly infecting shoulder distracted her too greatly. She gritted her teeth, showing larger than average canines, and with long nails pulled broken pieces of wool out of her open wound, hissing under her breath. It did not occur to her that any may be watching, or even that she was within distance of quite a talented healer, but instead, there she sat. The thought of sharing what had just transpired for the moment, eluded her.
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