don't talk to me about superheroes
06-13-2014, 05:47 PM
Wading through the shallows of the sea, the frigid temperatures were chilling the giant porcelain doll to her very bones. A grumbled string of oaths escaped her dark lips, but she managed to heave her delicate, sizeable frame onto dry land. Took long enough to get back, goodness. The familiar scents of home invaded her dark sensor, and the babe let out a contented sigh. However, the roiling ebony storm clouds did not look promising, especially not in the winter weather of the eastern lands of her home. Looking to the delta before her, she started off, mismatched forepaws striking the terra without care for any noise she might be making, now that the dim thunderclaps could be heard behind her. When cover was just within reach, it began to rain, and heavily. Her already freezing, damp coat became soaked again with a downpour of cool rain. Lowering her delicate crown between her petite shoulders, the tall wolfess continued walking. Whatever. Her dual toned audits flattened against her skull, so the water didn't get any funny thoughts about trying to get into her ear canals. That would be the very definition of an itch you can't scratch. Soon lighting cracked through the clouds overhead, illuminating the terrain before her in sporadic flashes, like snapshots from a camera. Thunder rumbled in warning, before rolling across the sky with enough force to shake her frame. Letting out a bored breath, the lass stepped into the trees and looked about for some form of shelter. After this storm was over, then she could attempt to get back home and find her family again. They were important, she needed to see them again. The rain wasn't as torrential here, with the lush flora shielding her somewhat from the worst of it. Her strange eyes scanned the verdant landscape, seeking unearthed roots, an uprooted tree, an abandoned burrow that might fit her larger size. Nothing yet, but that wasn't too horrid, yet. Eventually, after who knows how long spent wandering around aimlessly in the rain, she located a large hole amid the roots of a massive old tree. Trotting toward it with newfound energy, the she wolf suddenly found herself in a predicament. Petite as she was, the entryway wasn't quite big enough to fit her. Frowning in mild irritation now, she pressed her forepaws to the roots on one side and slammed all of her weight down upon it. Just like that, with a loud, resounding splintering sound, the hole was widened substantially. Humming in triumph, the giantess crouched down and wriggled into the hideaway. As it turned out, it was much deeper than she would have thought. Crawling down what seemed to be a tunnel, that got thinner as it went on, she found herself squeezing into tighter and more claustrophobic spaces. Suddenly, her shoulders became stuck. Muttering a colourful string of oaths, she pulled her hind legs out from under her and started digging her claws in. Her tail flailed about at her rear for balance as she scrabbled against the mud to escape her self created trap. If anything, she only succeeded in getting herself more stuck. Her vocals increased in volume, curses streaming out of her mouth loud enough to be heard a few paces away. She was in a bit of a pickle now. Speech, |
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