you're my buried treasure
chrono
09-21-2020, 03:19 PM
Dainty paws stepped between the crowded wolves in their activities and conversations, her claws ticked against a few of the jars of wine and alcohol but she wouldn't show interest in the intoxicating liquid. She walked through hoping that someone would notice her as all the wolves around were paying close mind to each other, but she in no way thought that she was even the slightest bit desirable for any of the wolves, especially looking at the vast amounts of colors and markings around. She too ended up finding herself down by the shores if not in hopes that if someone noticed her they would follow, but to let her mind drain in the sorrow of being rejected. The dark skies illuminated the blue oceans and somehow the black sands. Some wolves that came to the shore were paired with others so when Aranea saw a large brute off on his own, she wouldn't hesitate to approach. Normally she'd avoid a man so large if she encountered them on her usual outings, but the chatter and publicity made her more comfortable than ever. Only a nearly silent sound of the crunch beneath her paws, she closed the distance between them. The scent of her lavender mostly covering her heat. She'd let out in her quiet accent, "Needed a break from the crowd?" almost as if she was agreeing with him. Little did she know though that this young man was extremely under the influence. And though she had never drank before, she had experienced the affects of hallucinogenics once upon a time. |
Aranea has a british accent. Threads can produce a Depression Trigger.  Scent: Lavender Alignment: Neutral Good Season: Summer Height: 26 inches Home: Somnium - Dead |