you know that I'm no good
05-24-2013, 05:06 PM
Thank you Lube ♥ ooc; hope you don't mind me throwing morphine in here<3 Forever unsheathed nails clipped the eroded terrain beneath her petite and supple body as she pounded the earth with dainty paws, earning a faint crunching noise as her paw-pads greeted the dirt and fallen leaves with each stride the wraith took. Still she lingered the region where the base of her former pack was currently located, as if bound to the area by chains and enslaved by an emotional attachment ? but her reasoning behind her static location was anything but involuntary. Her schemes that had just recently begun their course bound her near Tortuga?s domain, and the witch would be damned to navigate further from it lest dire complications manifest to force her from her ideal and temporary haven. So she?d remain, occupying the portion of the island furthest east until the opportunity arose to urge the climax of her plot onto the oblivious canine it revolved around and seize what was rightfully hers once more. Heat no longer ensnared the air surrounding the woman and the temperatures had noticeably chilled, implying to the experienced wraith that autumn had entirely captivated the island and that the bitter winter winds were well on their way to torment the creatures of Alacritis that refused to hibernate; meaning that she, too, would have to confront the frigid temperatures in just a few weeks. The trees had already begun to be stripped of their crisp leaves ? some barren already with their former leaves sheeting the floor beneath them, contributing vibrant oranges, yellows, and reds to accompany the usual emerald of the grasses. The autumn scenery was beautiful; however, the witch hardly doted upon it as she was far too concerned with her affairs to even recognize her surroundings. Every day seemed routine: she would consume herself in personal thoughts and desires from sun-up to sun-down, journeying to different places of the eastern region with no destination set in mind, completely oblivious to the ever-changing world around her. Yet, the woman never succumbed to boredom or grew tired of the agenda she had set in stone ? her calculated schemes were far too interesting and constantly supplied her with the adrenaline of excitement that she so often craved. But that morning, her routine would be shattered and tweaked as a masculine aroma impregnated the stagnant air and withdrew the wraith from the depths of her diseased mind, piquing her interest yet simultaneously indulging her in irritation with the turn of events. But, rather than choosing to ignore the stench and moving on, the woman pivoted in the direction it had emanated from, picking up her pace as her pupils darted for the source of the disturbance. As she neared a small body of water that appeared so miniscule it might have been the result of a heavy rainstorm, a dark and gargantuan figure encompassed her vision, oblivious to her newfound presence upon the scene, simply staring into the depths of the ominous water beneath him. Swiftly, she padded closer to the brute coming from his rear, her expression blank upon her lovely countenance and her stance completely neutral even as she maneuvered beside him, parking parallel to where he stood yet positioning herself a comfortable distance away from him, just in case he should prove to be hostile. She averted her gaze from the male, her metallic eyes just flashing back at her through her reflection to mimic his actions. Does the being staring back perplex you, dear? she inquired through innocent tones, never allowing her gaze to stray from her own reflection even as she addressed her current company. Speech, |
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