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- Corona Lykoi - 10-28-2007 [html] Sprawled out on the floor of the library with books scattered around her, Corona was deeply engrossed in reading about things that she had little knowledge over. Though she had been trained in her time in France to be a skilled apothecary, knowing how to heal superficial wounds didn't interest her that much. Albeit, learning how to amputate things was a bit more than superficial, it wasn't anything like the inner workings of the mind. The books, though written for the human, could easily be decided upon for the Luperci as well; they had become more and more human like over the last couple of decades. Part of her was deeply interested in why an area with the right tools, goods, and so on, would not begin to rebuild like so many of the places around them and oceans away. Was it depression that held them back? Or mental disorders that crawled out of the woodwork? [/html]
Turning a page with a sigh, the oil lamp that she had ganked from a table still had a good wick in it. It still had oil in it, and through finding things to make fire with, she had gotten it lit. Not only was it a source of light in the dark, dank library, but also a form of heat. Just because she was more wolf than coyote didn't mean squat to her genes; Corona lacked for the most part, a decent grow-in winter coat. Canada, was unfortunately, not exactly a very warm place in late-October. Wundt, Pavlov, all of them were interesting men. Dead men, but they had interesting theories to go off of, nonetheless. Folding an arm underneath her as she read on by the flicker light, Corona was also listening for other things. Paranoia was her best friend in the dark, and her tail gave a interested flick to the quiet air. It was almost too quiet for her tastes. - Poe D'Angelo - 10-30-2007 [html]
- Corona Lykoi - 11-04-2007 [html] The manner in which the floorboards creaked as one would walk across them did catch her attention. Her blue eyes had almost lazily moved away from the paragraph of text she was reading to look around, but things had gone eerily silent again. But only for a moment, because a voice rang out of the surrounding darkness enough that Corona had rose to her feet quickly and quietly, nimbly moving around the bookcases after the source. Perhaps the voice should have been familiar through the mutterings she had heard, but it did not ring a bell. [/html]
The skinny, gold-green eyed figure that emerged from the black abyss as she turned around a corner, however, did strike her with familiarity. Leaning against a partition of shelving, Corona folded her arms and regarded the D'Angelo momentarily. The smashed candle, and the waxy book were only clues to what happened. “Get burned did you?” she inquired, trying to recall the other female's name on the spot. Corona had deduced that they had met once or twice before, tops. Of course, she had to be a D'Angelo because the way she looked rang distant bells to an ever quickly-ageing Misery. “Good thing you didn't burn down the whole library with that candle.” |