The sun sat just barely below the horizon, the orange glow mounting bases of the mountains that the girl could see from the large cabin that the group occupied. The grassy plain between them and the northern ridge of the Rocky Mountains was devoid of everything but nature, the cabin itself having been built years prior to their escape and abandoned when the older members of their Pack found it here, easy and ready to sleep in. It had been clean and the kitchen stocked with food, each one of their names written on the doors and notes for each of them though the most notable of them had been those left on her own bed and inside her mind. She had led them here to stay though she had not seen what it was that waited for them here, only followed the urge to go to this place. It's been years years since today; the day that had decided they would celebrate on every year; the day that she thought of who it was that had left the cabin for them, they had never contacted them again.
Luna turned away from her room, walking down the halls until she came to stand outside on the front porch, watching the sky lighten gradually while she waited for the others to wake. She had always hated waking them early, which often left her alone with some quiet every morning where she could think to herself of the things she had seen and done when they were all unaware of it. Often she would vanish for days at a time with no notice or explanation save for a note on the fridge with instructions on how to open or make something simple to eat. She never had officially taken on the role of leader, though if they did look up to her she was rather irresponsible in her actions and decisions; she couldn't control the compulsion to go toward it though and she wasn't going to drag them all into it.
Stepping outside she leaned against the railing, her wings fluttering in the breeze though the black feathers were so dark they seemed to absorb all the light that touched them. Dressed in a pair of shorts and a soft white tank-top over her black and purple bra that she had gotten with the money she had earned once in the city a few days from here as to not draw attention to the place where the group of them lived presently. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, the black strands the same depth and bleak blackness as the feathers of her wings; neither of which reflected the light of the rising sun much at all. She tapped her foot absentmindedly on the wood, dark and stained - sometimes by blood, sometimes by wood stain - and looked at the yard in front of them. There was no fence or garden though they had a vegetable garden in the dark and raised their own chickens and pigs off to the side of them, far enough that they wouldn't be associated with the cabin here.
Luna closed her eyes, bending over enough that her head was leaning against her arms on the railing and breathed, fighting off the pain of the migraine she had woken up with several hours ago after a harsh vision though she was lacking the urge this time and knew that it would come to them soon enough. She would have to go greet the danger soon, before it arrived on their front door step and deal with it accordingly.
Luna turned away from her room, walking down the halls until she came to stand outside on the front porch, watching the sky lighten gradually while she waited for the others to wake. She had always hated waking them early, which often left her alone with some quiet every morning where she could think to herself of the things she had seen and done when they were all unaware of it. Often she would vanish for days at a time with no notice or explanation save for a note on the fridge with instructions on how to open or make something simple to eat. She never had officially taken on the role of leader, though if they did look up to her she was rather irresponsible in her actions and decisions; she couldn't control the compulsion to go toward it though and she wasn't going to drag them all into it.
Stepping outside she leaned against the railing, her wings fluttering in the breeze though the black feathers were so dark they seemed to absorb all the light that touched them. Dressed in a pair of shorts and a soft white tank-top over her black and purple bra that she had gotten with the money she had earned once in the city a few days from here as to not draw attention to the place where the group of them lived presently. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, the black strands the same depth and bleak blackness as the feathers of her wings; neither of which reflected the light of the rising sun much at all. She tapped her foot absentmindedly on the wood, dark and stained - sometimes by blood, sometimes by wood stain - and looked at the yard in front of them. There was no fence or garden though they had a vegetable garden in the dark and raised their own chickens and pigs off to the side of them, far enough that they wouldn't be associated with the cabin here.
Luna closed her eyes, bending over enough that her head was leaning against her arms on the railing and breathed, fighting off the pain of the migraine she had woken up with several hours ago after a harsh vision though she was lacking the urge this time and knew that it would come to them soon enough. She would have to go greet the danger soon, before it arrived on their front door step and deal with it accordingly.
