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For Nora Donavan time away from Shiftertown was a blessing and a curse in disguise. While Shifters in the glorious US of A couldn't gain much better jobs than many 'aliens' in the states, she was still well off. Shifters had money stored away to make their ends meet to the outside world, most being already a century if not more old.
In Nora's case she had learned to take the Collar in her teenage years. Well what would be equivalent to that in 'human' terms. By then she was already in her forties or fifties, for Nora it was hard to tell. Time went by in a blur around then. Her own collar shown silver in the afternoon sun as she made her way deeper into the Appalachians. She had come here for solitude, to let her instincts at least be less restricted as they once were. Or rather to be less...'stressed'.
Her older brothers had been adamant to not let their baby sister go alone, afterall there were still Feral shifters about that roamed still in their Prides and Packs...depending on the species. However Nora had also told them the likelihood of a Feral finding her were slim to none where she was going. How very wrong she would be...but for now though she trekked along the trails before she reached a bluff of sorts, a mountain over hang giving a half-cave effect to provide shelter. It had been well used by Nora's senses. Acute as they were the golden slitted cat eyes returned back to the stormy grays.
Nora had a slender form, loose clothes, such as shorts and loose shirts covered it from any nearby onlookers view. However curves could be seen visible along the outlines of her clothes, though so too were the toned muscles from her years of running. At five foot seven, she wasn't exactly imposing, unlike her older six foot three brothers who horded her like a treasure chest. Males. So overpossesive. Then again they had their reasons to be, Shifter women were rare as it was, and if a male so much as whiffed at their sister all fangs would be out. Feline ones that is. The Pride looked after their own.
For now though, she wiped the sweat from her brow, pushing back the wavy chocolate locks from their pinned positions. She would rest here for a bit, she decided as she set her things down and leaned against the cool stone. Shifters were more acute than normal humans, however Feral shifters often viewed them as...well, weaklings - betrayers even for forsaking the Feral ways to the government's demands. Doing so had paid off though, more Shifter mothers survived as did the cubs beyond the first year.
It would perhaps be Nora's day dreaming that had been her first mistake. One she would probably be regretting soon enough.
In Nora's case she had learned to take the Collar in her teenage years. Well what would be equivalent to that in 'human' terms. By then she was already in her forties or fifties, for Nora it was hard to tell. Time went by in a blur around then. Her own collar shown silver in the afternoon sun as she made her way deeper into the Appalachians. She had come here for solitude, to let her instincts at least be less restricted as they once were. Or rather to be less...'stressed'.
Her older brothers had been adamant to not let their baby sister go alone, afterall there were still Feral shifters about that roamed still in their Prides and Packs...depending on the species. However Nora had also told them the likelihood of a Feral finding her were slim to none where she was going. How very wrong she would be...but for now though she trekked along the trails before she reached a bluff of sorts, a mountain over hang giving a half-cave effect to provide shelter. It had been well used by Nora's senses. Acute as they were the golden slitted cat eyes returned back to the stormy grays.
Nora had a slender form, loose clothes, such as shorts and loose shirts covered it from any nearby onlookers view. However curves could be seen visible along the outlines of her clothes, though so too were the toned muscles from her years of running. At five foot seven, she wasn't exactly imposing, unlike her older six foot three brothers who horded her like a treasure chest. Males. So overpossesive. Then again they had their reasons to be, Shifter women were rare as it was, and if a male so much as whiffed at their sister all fangs would be out. Feline ones that is. The Pride looked after their own.
For now though, she wiped the sweat from her brow, pushing back the wavy chocolate locks from their pinned positions. She would rest here for a bit, she decided as she set her things down and leaned against the cool stone. Shifters were more acute than normal humans, however Feral shifters often viewed them as...well, weaklings - betrayers even for forsaking the Feral ways to the government's demands. Doing so had paid off though, more Shifter mothers survived as did the cubs beyond the first year.
It would perhaps be Nora's day dreaming that had been her first mistake. One she would probably be regretting soon enough.
