is this dreaming?

[Mira Daliras]

The road was silent. It's small pavement top worn from years of graying from the lack of repair. Cracks ran rampant along the surface leaving only the stark yellow center line as the only thing that truly caught one's eye on the dark road. Sunlight brushed the air spreading into the darkness of the sky like a vivid reminder of new life. Purples splashing into the dark blacks mixing into delicate blues and lively pinks. Yellows mended into the nightly clouds as the heat of sun turned it's eyes on it's favorite position within the sky. All of these changes had been noticed by an individual. Mira. Adjusting to the americans was not hard her sister pack the Cariven were similiar to the Livian but less strict to say the least considering the amount of newly added rivals in the area. Juntair was at least at peace with Cariven they were on peaceful terms but not quite friends. She, herself had been given to the Cariven as a show of sisterhood between the packs. Such had only been done five times since the spilt of two sister packs. If nothing else Mira was adjusting wonderfully to the change of pace.

Life in Livian met waking at four in the morning running five miles on two legs and eight on four. Eating at six or seven am and then preparing for a battle course based on one's skill level. Finally one hit the school/book from 8am to 7pm. Curfew was at eight. Leaving the pack grounds after this point was forbidden. It seemed their sister pack Cariven was truly relaxed. There was no curfew but many warnings. Her sister pack wolves also seemed quite lazy. Which amused her greatly. So, here the she-wolf was pacing her two legs down an empty road at five forty-eight in the morning. Deep chocolate eyes glowing with the reward of proving herself in this new pack of which she was given. The shifter's gait was almost completely silent save for the moment when those keen eyes fell on a worn and lonely dock. She had finally found it. She had been beginning to wonder if the other she-wolf she awoken at four am had merely been telling her about it to shoo her away.

Yet, here it stood. It's disrepair made the structure feel homey. Mira approached without hestitation her fingertips dipping to touch one of the wooden rails with ease following it toward the small dock's ending. Several creatures gave sound at her current position. The gentle rumble of frog warning others of it's position, a bluebird nearby singing just to sing? The soft quacks of a young wayward duck who had strayed away from it's mother. Geese dipped their orange beaks into the water catching reflections of water on their delicate white feathers. Mira lost in the moment and reminder of home sank low against the dock's edge. Her knees finding the solid surface and slipping off the edge to dangle carelessly only inches above water. Her fingers carefully nestling a small yellow daisy caught between her right hand's index and middle finger. Mira's eyes were merely a drifting sight lost in the memory of home and her deceased father and aging mother. How life could have been different.

ooc: sorry no tables or pretty stuff, just wanted to get a post out there, this is open to all.<3