Arcane ➼ Teen Wolf

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                          ** TRANSLATIONS ARE AT THE END **  

Arcadia was sitting at a window, one that overlooked the sandy courtyard of Casa de Los Lobos. The house was not actually called "The House of Wolves", but anyone who knew better knew that it was a more fitting name than the one it actually had.

The windows were propped open, allowing the warm air to make its way into Arcadia's room. The girl had her feet propped up against the wall, her back pressed against the opposite one as she watched the courtyard; it was mostly filled with small children running around, tackling each other, and rolling around in the dirt, but there were a few teenagers and adults hanging near the doorway and lining the tall walls of the courtyard, talking amongst themselves, laughing, or watching the children play.

She snapped her head in the direction the door, hearing footsteps echo down the hall, before returing her gaze to the courtyard. She assumed it was Lara, the head of the house, seeing if she wanted something to eat; it was getting near lunch time and Arcadia had yet to go downstairs and loot the kitchen. Seconds later Lara was at the door, stopping to knock on the door frame before continuing into the room, speaking.

"Recoger sus cosas," she said, walking over to the window.

"¿Por qué? Sucedió algo?" Arcadia asked, not taking her eyes from the courtyard.

"Estás siendo..."  Lara said, stopping to think of the right word, "...reubicado."

"Reubicado?" Arcadia asked, turning her head to look at the woman. "¿Donde?"

"Ella no lo dijo."

"Ella?"

"El mercenario," Lara said, before waving a hand at her hand at Arcadia, moving away from the window and back towards the door. "Ahora recoger sus cosas, ella está esperando."

Arcadia sighed as Lara left her room, the girl sliding off the seat and standing up rather grumpily. She wasn't particularly happy about having to move again, although she knew it was inevitable. With each passing day, the chance of staying longer began to dwindle until the time came when she had to move again.

She walked halfway across the room to her bed and dropped to her knees, moving to reaching under her bed. She pulled out a large backpack and tossed it on her bed as she stood back up. She turned to the wooden dresser that was placed next to her bed, pulling open the top drawer before beginning to throw all of her clothes onto her bed, burying the backpack slightly. When the drawer was empty, she shut it and opened the one below it, emptying the sparse amount of clothes that were in it on top of the rest of the clothes on the bed before she reached her hand back into the drawer, fingers feeling around for three small grooves. When she found the dips in the wood she pulled upwards, causing the panel to creak and loosen before moving upwards. She pulled the false bottom up and out of the drawer, setting it in top of the dresser.

She turned to the bed, shoving the clothes off the backpack before grabbing it and placing it on top of the wooden plank. Reaching into th drawer, she grabbed out a wad of money and shoved it into one of the backpack's inner pockets. Next were three pieces of jewelry: a silver ring with a small crescent moon shape attached to it, a bracelet made of leather strips braided together, and a locket with a decorative triskelion carved into it. She put the bracelet on, but put the ring and locket into the pocket that had the money in it before zipping it up.

She picked the backpack up and tossed it back onto the bed before she put the false bottom back into the drawer. Once it was in place, she joined her backpack and pile of clothes on the bed, beginning the shove everything into the biggest compartment. After all of her clothes were crammed into the backpack, she leaned back, reaching under her pillow and feeling around before her hand found what she was searching for. Her fingers gingerly gripped the photographs, pulling them out from under her pillow and holding them up both up above her; the one in her left was of her pack at Casa de Los Lobos, all fifty residents (including herself) with lense flares all over the place from the younger werewolves who couldn't control their ability to cause them yet who had opened their eyes when the picture was taken, but it was aplenty with people smiling, smiling laughing, and struggling to keep still long enough to have the picture taken. The other was taken years before the other picture, with torn edges, creases, and weather damage, but still showing the visage of a woman who looked like vaguely like Arcadia.