OOC. wc: 400+
Dawn.
The crimson sun reached across the horizon, its long dispelling rays stretching out through the trees, spilling faint filters of light through the window upon her pallid figure laying recklessly on the mattress, a hunched ball and a paw grasping around a glimmering gem. She rolled over out of the light, slackly muttering. Viridian eyes opened eager to find a way out of her nightmare, to find she was now in paradise, but no. Greeted by the old worn, flaking walls dispelling darkness upon her presence, she rolled out of bed, a paw searching indolently for an old leather sash. Yawing wearily, she placed the sash on the bed, before doing morning stretches for her hunt today. Facing the window pane she reached up with both paws interlinked, stretching her spinal cord. Spreading her legs equally apart, square in line with her hips, she reached down touching her toes, and forcefully planted her pads on the floorboards, lifting her legs up slowly, pointing her toes until fully erect. Following that, she lowered her legs down into the splits becoming a ‘T’ shape, reaching and stretching her muscles as far as they would go, her blood pumping. Echoes of past hunts bounced around the interior of her mind, and she would have to travel quite far to achieve a decent size prize to impress her pack.
She needed this kill badly; she really wanted a good first impression. Her stomach moaned as she returned to a resting position sitting on the floorboards. Crossing her legs into a yoga position, closing her eyes she took deep long breaths, forcing her palms into one another stretching her shoulders and arm muscles. Inhale, Exhale, repeat, thrice. She rose again, and stared into the wall for some reason. Maybe she was being possessive, or just delusional, but she had the sudden urge to make the room known as hers. Walking towards the door with the numbers ‘TWO1’ on them, her delicately stunning dial peeped out of her door way, before stepping out and twisting the door around. She dug her long claws into the old wood, carving her name underneath; each crevice puncturing the wood gave her a growing and thriving feeling of delight and ownership. Five minutes later and with a hell of alot of concentration it was done, and she was quite proud of it, a masterpeice in her mind. A wide teasing grin spread across her muzzle, the elongated slicken letters looked haunting, but she liked it. Her radiant orbs shimmered to the floor, the wood chippings spitted across the wooden deck. Crouching she squatted and blew the residue away before poising vertical once more, grinning at her finest work to date.
