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The scent of rain had clung heavily to the salt laden East wind throughout the long humid day with no hint of reprieve towards the evening. Now that night had finally fallen, the clouds were rolling in, masking the light from the nearly full moon. The wolf priestess wandered restlessly through her forest home. The air was charged with an almost electric-like current that would not allow her a moment’s rest. A stray tendril of wind brought the scent of a flower to her sensitive nose. It was familiar. The wind shifted and she was off, threading her way deftly through the trees and undergrowth, the only sound coming from the gathering storm off the coast.
By the time she had reached the cliff overlooking the ocean, the scent was gone. She rested a moment on a fallen tree’s stump, nose tilted upward to catch every scent. So intent was she, in her search, that the Lady Moon’s Chosen almost missed the tell-tale signs of an approaching figure.
The human woman labored greatly to finish the last of her climb from the nearly submerged beach below, a feat that only the most physically fit should attempt, not one so heavy with child as she clearly was. She looked up, seeing the Were before her, ocean blue eyes clouded with fear and fatigue. She took an unconscious step back as she visibly paled, moving closer to a large tree as if drawing strength from it. She was about ready to collapse, her last reserves of energy used up in the climb and before that the battle between her decrepit, and now demolished, boat and the growing storm, when her eyes fell on the crescent moon staff. The woman’s voice quavered with a deeply suppressed hope, her eyes starting to fill with tears. She placed a hand gently over her stomach where two tiny hearts beat in unison.
“Please…tell me…Must I continue to search for my Lady’s emissary or are you the one She sent?”

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Finished piece for 's contest. (**Edit** 's been over for awhile)
Yes...I know that's not the same character from my scrap but Gabe never did feel comfortable playing a lost/weak role. Instead this is Nysa, mother of Cerula and Loki, two characters in a short story I've written that still needs a bit of work....^.^;;

I like how the characters came out, especially Crescent, but the background needs more than alittle work.

Description
The scent of rain had clung heavily to the salt laden East wind throughout the long humid day with no hint of reprieve towards the evening. Now that night had finally fallen, the clouds were rolling in, masking the light from the nearly full moon. The wolf priestess wandered restlessly through her forest home. The air was charged with an almost electric-like current that would not allow her a moment’s rest. A stray tendril of wind brought the scent of a flower to her sensitive nose. It was familiar. The wind shifted and she was off, threading her way deftly through the trees and undergrowth, the only sound coming from the gathering storm off the coast.
By the time she had reached the cliff overlooking the ocean, the scent was gone. She rested a moment on a fallen tree’s stump, nose tilted upward to catch every scent. So intent was she, in her search, that the Lady Moon’s Chosen almost missed the tell-tale signs of an approaching figure.
The human woman labored greatly to finish the last of her climb from the nearly submerged beach below, a feat that only the most physically fit should attempt, not one so heavy with child as she clearly was. She looked up, seeing the Were before her, ocean blue eyes clouded with fear and fatigue. She took an unconscious step back as she visibly paled, moving closer to a large tree as if drawing strength from it. She was about ready to collapse, her last reserves of energy used up in the climb and before that the battle between her decrepit, and now demolished, boat and the growing storm, when her eyes fell on the crescent moon staff. The woman’s voice quavered with a deeply suppressed hope, her eyes starting to fill with tears. She placed a hand gently over her stomach where two tiny hearts beat in unison.
“Please…tell me…Must I continue to search for my Lady’s emissary or are you the one She sent?”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Finished piece for 's contest. (**Edit** 's been over for awhile)
Yes...I know that's not the same character from my scrap but Gabe never did feel comfortable playing a lost/weak role. Instead this is Nysa, mother of Cerula and Loki, two characters in a short story I've written that still needs a bit of work....^.^;;

I like how the characters came out, especially Crescent, but the background needs more than alittle work.