Unknown Fates 1 x 1 Tayssi Peace Dia Thames Rowan Pulling her shirt over her head, she pushed open the front door of her house before poking her head out and looking around. She saw no one in the area. It was early in the morning, the first rays of light just starting to lighten the sky. The perfect opportunity to leave. Shoving her feet into her boots, and grabbing her bag, Peace felt the house, thankful it was right against the edge of the forest. Moving quietly through the the forest, she glanced behind her to make sure no one followed her before she smoothed her hair back and tied it into a low ponytail, grateful she often had a hair tie around her wrist. Quickening her walk a bit, she glanced up through the tree canopy, up to the sky. Still fairly dark, but there was more light than before. Probably half hour before she could truly see where she was walking. It was an hour later when Peace paused, shuffling behind a tree. Just ahead, coming her way were three men. All from her village. A small hunting party coming back from probably a two day hunt. They pulled a small cart that held a small doe carcass and few smaller animals, like pheasants and rabbits. As they came closer, she crouched down, moving to the side, hoping they wouldn't see her. They passed her without even glancing in her direction, talking loudly to each other. She stayed where she was until they she was sure they were out of earshot so they wouldn't hear her. Releasing a sigh of relief, she straightened and brushed herself off, wiping the dirt from her jeans, before she continued on. She estimated she would get to the clearing in about twenty minutes give or take. It may take quite a while to get there, but, to her, it was well worth it. She may get the chance to see her Wolf, after all. She had almost arrived at the clearing when she stepped in the wrong spot. A slight slope and her foot went out from under her and she fell. She yelped in surprise, trying to grab a low hanging branch to keep her from falling. She gripped it, but she had been unable to find her footing, so the branch slipped from her grip and she slid down the slope. Peace groaned softly as she slid to a stop on her side. Slowly pushing herself to her feet, she felt a throbbing and a sharp pain on her leg. Looking down, she saw the left leg of her jeans were ripped from just above the knee to about half way down her shin. And she now sported a pretty decent sized gash that was bleeding quite a bit from just below her knee to the end of the tear at her shin, though she didn't think it was very deep. She stared at it for a moment before she sighed again, but in mild annoyance this time. She would fix it when she got to the clearing. Slowly climbing back up the slope, she walked to the clearing to wait for her Wolf before she slumped to the ground. She shrugged her bag off and opened it, searching to see if she packed any first aid equipment. Nope. Nothing. Of course not. Peace glared at her bag, before she grabbed the one thing that could help somewhat. Two bottles of water. Placing them on the ground, she rolled up the leg of her jeans before she unscrewed the lid of one the bottles and quickly cleaned her hands as much as she could with as little water before she pouted it over her leg. It stung as she did so, but she wouldn't admit it. Peace glanced in her bag, but found no tissues or anything to help clean it. She ripped a piece of her shirt seeing as it wasn't as coarse as denim. She wiped the blood and dirt away slowly, seeing it wasn't deep, but it wasn't just a graze. Setting down the bottle of water and the piece of cloth from her shirt, she wished she had something to wrap it with. She wasn't too keen on walking back home without a shirt on. And she wasn't sure how flexible denim would be. It would probably irritate it. Ah well. She'd worry about it later. For now, she wanted to see her Wolf. she sat up a little straighter, glancing around, trying to see if she could spot his pure white fur. Though after a while, she gave up. Maybe he wasn't going to come today. Deciding on that, Peace laid back, her back against the grass and she put her hands behind her head as a makeshift pillow as she stared at the clear sky, hoping that maybe the Wolf would come. Suddenly remembering she had a spare shirt in the front compartment of her bag, she sat up and opened it, pulling out the plain green tank top. Grinning, Peace swiftly stripped off her shirt, shuddering lightly as the cool breeze hit the exposed skin of her stomach before she pulled her other shirt on. She started ripping her other shirt into pieces big enough to wrap around her leg, not really paying attention to her surroundings as she became absorbed with trying not to make the pieces too small or too big.