So you wanna be a boxer?

Adele Caraway · 10-14-2011, 05:15 PM

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Adele had slept well the night before, considering it was her first time sleeping in an actual bed. It was a fun experience for the whimsical girl, leaping onto the bed in her lupus form ─she rarely slept in optime, from force of habit─ and digging and molding the sheets and covers until they were for her taste. The pillow was discarded from the bed, and was made into Cinnamon’s own little sleeping place, which he very much enjoyed. The room was settled in the Manor, on the first floor, and when she first saw it, she laid claim to the small abode, thinking that it was the fates’ decision to lead her to it. She liked small space, reminding her of the leather tent she slept under with her father during her nomad days.

The bed was so comfortable; it was not until the day was well developed until the hybrid awoken. While the rat was still knocked out, curled into a brown ball of fluff, she shifted back into optime, though did not slip on the blue dress she usually adorned. Now it was shown that, instead of missing her tail completely, it was a short stub, barely able to make a wag, the tip of it dark in color. She never really knew how she lost most of her tail, or if she was born like this, but she never asked her father or anyone else. She just assumed it to be who she is, and even if she asked where her tail went, she probably wouldn’t ever be able to find it. Besides, she liked the shorten appendage for some vague reason, and could not explain why but, like its origin, did not questioned it.

Adele glanced around the tiny room; it was barely big enough to hold a bed and a small desk, with very little walking room. On the desk laid tattered parchments, all of which were scribbled on with circles that formed familiar shapes of Luperci, though they seemed to be in the sketching stages. She reminded herself to return to the drawings later, since they were of the wolves she considered friends; which, so far, were not many, since she was fairly new. This did not put a dimmer on the whimsical girl, though, and quietly exited the room. The hallways were silent as she walked through the Manor, guessing that some may have been out or still asleep like she had moments before.

She managed to find the front door, getting “lost” in the unmistakable beauty of the house. Cocoa ears caught the sounds of soft thuds and huffing breaths, and Adele turned her gaze towards the black figure that was not very far away. The scent of her was memorable; it was the same smell she detected near her room, and guessed it was one of the canines whom her area was situated. But, the girl did not seem happy, for she was smacking the tree as if trying to beat the leaves off of it. “Did the tree drop an acorn on you?” Adele called out to the enraged wolf, her quiet voice probing for an answer. “I’m sure it didn’t mean to, if it did.” She half walked, half swayed over to the sable canine, staring up at the tree instead of her.

“You know, the tree’s armor will hurt your hands,” she said softly, now glancing at the female’s fists to see if the bark somehow scraped them.

Table by Aly, code by the Mentors!

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