Post by sol on Mar 27, 2006 22:08:26 GMT -5
ooc; I hope its ok that I just go ahead and post... i don't really know what's going on elsewhere..
ic;
The wind was picking up.
Just minutes ago, a simple breeze had weaved about the trees; now, however, the thin wolf found herself dealing with something a bit more insolent. That is how she knew that water was near.
Never a large fan of water, Sol had been hesitant in continuing along her current path. She would have to deal with both the annoying wind and the dampish water, neither of which appealed to her narrow tastes.
But she pushed on anyway, because she was a thirsty creature (and because she was more concerned with her life than with her values).
Stepping out onto the muddy banks of the lake, Sol eyed her reflection briefly, before pulling her gaze up to absorb the whole view. It was nice, she concluded, but it held far too much water.
(Water made one's paws wet.)
Her manner, previously detached and sullen, had lightened up a bit. It had melded seamlessly into a more critical --but still detached!-- demeanor. Then again, perhaps there wasn't much of a difference between a sullen wolf and a critical one...
--
The self-righteous wolf had recognized the signs of canine life much earlier, when she had first approached the packland border. (Furthermore, she had crossed said border without much inclination towards the pack residing on it. But really... what alpha would turn down fresh blood?)
Now the evidence of life was even more... evident. Pawprints, urine, tufts of fur, and the heady, lingering scent all pointed in one obvious direction: she wasn't alone.
Sol lounged stiffly on the lake's bank, taking some comfort in the plushy soil; she was a creature of contradictions, often finding enjoyment in the very things she disliked.
The mottled female, a weary fighter-of-sorts, then allowed herself to drift off....
ic;
The wind was picking up.
Just minutes ago, a simple breeze had weaved about the trees; now, however, the thin wolf found herself dealing with something a bit more insolent. That is how she knew that water was near.
Never a large fan of water, Sol had been hesitant in continuing along her current path. She would have to deal with both the annoying wind and the dampish water, neither of which appealed to her narrow tastes.
But she pushed on anyway, because she was a thirsty creature (and because she was more concerned with her life than with her values).
Stepping out onto the muddy banks of the lake, Sol eyed her reflection briefly, before pulling her gaze up to absorb the whole view. It was nice, she concluded, but it held far too much water.
(Water made one's paws wet.)
Her manner, previously detached and sullen, had lightened up a bit. It had melded seamlessly into a more critical --but still detached!-- demeanor. Then again, perhaps there wasn't much of a difference between a sullen wolf and a critical one...
--
The self-righteous wolf had recognized the signs of canine life much earlier, when she had first approached the packland border. (Furthermore, she had crossed said border without much inclination towards the pack residing on it. But really... what alpha would turn down fresh blood?)
Now the evidence of life was even more... evident. Pawprints, urine, tufts of fur, and the heady, lingering scent all pointed in one obvious direction: she wasn't alone.
Sol lounged stiffly on the lake's bank, taking some comfort in the plushy soil; she was a creature of contradictions, often finding enjoyment in the very things she disliked.
The mottled female, a weary fighter-of-sorts, then allowed herself to drift off....
