After Hours

Sylvie Ciel · 12-18-2010, 03:36 AM

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Table ♥ Nuki

OOC: Wifey~ <3 Also, totally listening to this while writing it. Lyrics also from this song. :3

The winter's eve darkened cold and quiet, freed of the crickets and locusts of summer but shackled with the biting chill of Jack Frost. Frigid air crept into the cracked exoskeleton of the dilapidated old Chien hotel, numbing toes and fingers with tendrils of invisible prods, forcing thinner-pelted luperci indoors for longer and longer periods of time. For a particular moonspun gypsy, the chains of such a fate had already taken hold, keeping cocoa and creme beauty out of the frozen wilderness and inside the creaking cage of rotting wood and rusting buttresses. Though born with a medium coat, Sylvie still didn't have the thick pelt she needed to be outside often in the winter. It seemed that whenever the chill settled in, Sylvie would make her debut among the packs again, hunting for housing with room to spare.

However, this never proved to be a good method of keeping herself occupied. The generally energetic collie shea soon ran out of things to do indoors in a cave or other meager shelter- in the Hotel, however, no matter how drafty it became or how terrible it sounded when the wind blew through the holes in the frame, there was always something to do. For the past couple of days Sylvie had been dusting, plugging obvious holes, preserving any game she had mustered prior, and exploring the parts of the old human-filled building she hadn't as a child. One such excursion involved the rotting place's attic, and after nearly falling through the floor over one of the vacated rooms, Sylvie had managed to procure a few interesting pieces.

Ranging from bits of string to an old powdered hat, the junk she had found could not compare to the lovely pendant she had found beneath an old tattered dress. Draped upon a silver chain, the piece stood out among its peers in many ways, and so became a determined gift. To whom she would give it, that would depend... but for the moment, Sylvie was content in lacking the ornament. Instead she wore Caillen's well-loved old scarf, its faded checker patterns and soft warmth absorption a preferred bit of clothing over the usually chilly pendant. To the scarf also clung faint wisps of Caillen's airy scent, overpowered mostly by her own lilac and saltwater aroma. The length of cloth had become her replacement for that old bandanna as of late, and she was no longer seen without it.

Even now, as ivory paws and dark claws clicked their way into her claimed upstairs room, the lengthy scarf was furled around fluffy mane and gently curved shoulder, soft embrace one of the few things that had helped her to sleep since her fight with its original owner. Quietly humming a relaxing tune, Sylvie crossed the threshold and sidestepped her basket of strange things, releasing the knot holding the old scarf around her slender throat.

"When the world is in tatters,
And destruction is near,
You can come with us here...

When the people are strangers,
You'll rest here with me,
In a moment of peace..."

Soft, light, her voice was barely audible as the slender young lady hefted a runaway quilt, something else she had found in the attic of the hotel, up onto the bed she occupied. As she turned to take a seat atop it, her left foot came into contact with a round thing she had found in an empty room- a very heavy ball of sorts. Perhaps it once was part of the old fountain on the grounds, but for now it lived beneath her bed... and enjoyed stubbing her toes. Whimpering a little, Sylvie settled into her seat and examined her foot for any permanent damage. She really needed to take that bloody thing outside instead of letting it bruise her toes. Frowning a little Sylvie replaced her foot on the wooden plank floor and glanced at the pendant hanging on a corner of the bed. It occasionally danced in the breeze forcing itself under the injured window pane, but for the most part laid still.

Flopping backwards onto the bed, Sylvie draped the faded grey scarf over vibrant amethyst gems and simply laid that way, feet dangling off the side. She was not quite yet tired, instead having opted to head for bed early for once, and so instead made use of her whirring mind to imagine. Imagine, imagine... imagine she was a whelp once again, an unsocialized babe struggling with her affections for her foster sibling, trying to grasp why Alaine never disciplined her after giving her the dreaded hugs, or even worse, the good night kiss. A slight smile crossed ivory maw as she recalled these events with amusement. Oh how she had changed, learning what those things really should mean...

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