<strong>Lucy Grayjoy</strong><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In her cabin ---> woods near the lake<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii130/Chasseybaby/8dbdb218-d980-4639-a8c7-0e39fa5534af_zps77d0dba4.jpg?t=1376042538)</div><br/><br/>Lucy finished the dishes and cleared the table, leaving muffins and other delicious pastries out for anyone hungry that missed breakfast.<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii130/Chasseybaby/bb7992c7-d1bb-4c60-acc9-a965db35c285_zps2ad4ed9e.jpg?t=1379652242)<br/></div>Once the kitchen was clean and cleared did she climb up to her loft that looked over the long table in the middle of the room. She crawled over to a large hope chest that she tucked most of her belongings in. The lid creaked as she opened it and set the top back gently so it wouldnt bang open. Inside were an array of men's closes, an old fiddle, a box of colored river stones and a silver foiled box tucked at the bottom. She stared at her blury reflection for a moment and knew what laid under the lid. She had never opened it since living with Nate and his pack and didnt think she ever could. Inside were the closes she had been found in, torn, bloody and old from age. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, she had fought Nate tooth and nail to keep the rags, she had to remember what she had done. The crime she was running from, the family she was hiding from. She shoved a pair of pants over it and started to rummage through her things, as if she could push her past out of her mind. She growled low in her throat till she found what she was looking for.<div class="floatright">(http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii130/Chasseybaby/f1bdcae8-c09d-49cb-990e-455420aae9f0_zps4ab981af.jpg?t=1379738427)</div>A worn leather bond journal that she received one Christmas. At first she was confused by the gift and didnt bother with it but years later she found herself writing. At first they were her thoughts on life and how she came to be where she was. Then she was writing about what she wished for in the future. To meet people and not to be sacred to travel and see places that she could only dream of. To find someone to love her. She smiled and traced the branches on the cover and moved to pull on her hiking boots. She didnt bother changing, she would get her clothes dirty with her outing.<br/><br/>She climbed down, jumping down at the last step and moved to a coat rack with a worn leather satlebag. She flipped the clasp and dropped her book and journal inside. She removed the bag and placed it over her shoulder. She moved to the kitchen and threw a bottled water and trail mix inside. Feeling ready and prepared to go out she secured her bundle and moved out of her cabin. She looked around and saw only a few wolfs milling about, here and there. She walked passed them and moved to the far end of the woods. She turned and sensed her alpha in his cabin with the others and the hunter. The left corner of her mouth tilted as she headed into the dense forest. At first at a steady pace then into a full run, her bag bouncing wildly on her hip. She closed her eyes and let the cool wind brush through her hair and the smell of rich earth under her feet invade her. The love of nature came from her mother, who taught her so much when she was small. She felt as if she was there with her every time she stepped foot outdoors and into the wilderness. A few hours later she stopped at the lake bed and smiled at the view. It was a pretty clear day and the water was silent. She dropped her bag and headed to edge where a large flat rock sat. Removing her clothes and boots, she stood naked at the edge of the cold water. She raised her hands and dove in head first. At first the chill put her into shock, but soon her blood heated and she was swimming. She broke for air and padded about enjoying herself. She washed her hair and skin of flour and dirt and soon felt clean again. She climbed out a few minutes later shaking herself dry and laid on the warm flat rock that faced the sun's pleasant rays. Her body was small and petite for a wolf her age, but she held all the right curves as a mature wolf would have. Her pale skin was marred with ugly scars of white and pink up until her navel and chest. Her full breasts rose and fell with each breath she took. Her skin was so pale her rose colored nipples stood out against the ashen skin. She felt free here, able to shade her clothes without prying eyes and the freedom to be herself without fear. She peered up at a pair of sparrows, diving and swooping above her and giggled at their goofy love acrobatics. As she watched she sang softly to herself an old song she herd, "<em><strong> When that old river runs pass your eyes, To wash off the dirt on the riverside, Go to the water so very near, The river will be your eyes and ears, I walk to the borders on my own, To fall in the water just like a stone, Chilled to the marrow in them bones, Why do I go here all alone...</strong></em>" She closed her eyes as she hummed the rest of the tune in a soft voice that echoed off the waters and trees. Her skin was still damp by and more comfortable condistion then her dip in the cold lake waters.<br/>Lucy huffed out a breath and pulled her bag over to her and dug out her journal and a gas station pen that she had found laying around. Flipping to her last enrty she reread the passage and dated the top and began to write again.<br/><br/><div align="center"> "<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">So more wolfs have come to join Nate's war. I feel the anger for the church grow in these woods like a unstoppable wildfire. But they are strong and the wolf in their hearts are fierce. The church will fall and Nate will bring our kind back from the shadows. Though, I'm scared and unsure if I can trust these new members with mine secretes. I feel as if the more that come the more liking my father will find me. I hope it will never come to pass. But I will stay alert and be cautions to who I trust in this new pack Nate is bring together. <br/>     I find some of the female wolfs more beautiful then myself and wonder if because I am a runt from my own pack, that it hinders my appearance as well. No matter, Father would always comment how much I looked like my mother and I am blessed to see her face in the mirror as well as my own every morning to remind me of her. Besides beauty, one of the female's,... I cant explain the connection but I felt a bond with her and yet Im scared to tread on them. In some way I can relate to her pain deep in her eyes. I will wait to confirm the bond we share but I hope her past hasnt crippled her as mine has. She came with a strong male and he dots on her with some much love. <br/>     Some day soon I hope my mate will find me. Pull me from the darkness and bring light back into my sad life that my soul has locked itself into. Till then I shall be forever grateful to Nate and his pack for caring for me as 'true' brothers would...</span> </em>"</div><br/>The sun was starting to dip down and she found the warm seep into her bones as she stretched her limbs till they felt like jelly, turning on her belly. The water lapped up the side of the rock from the fishes that were jumping and catching dragonflies that flew too close to the waters edge. The trees bowed as the wind rocked their branches. Nate had picked a perfect spot for them all to hide out. Hunter and fishermen rarely came out this far to catch game so she never had to worry about being taken by surprise. A doe and her fawns came to a pass just across from her and she watched as the mother lapped the water and stood guard as her babies followed suit. She smiled at the sight and  soon found herself growing tired and relaxed, turning to the side she soon fell asleep in pure bliss to finally let herself rest after nights of unsettling sleep.<br/>