06-10-2008, 09:53 PM
ooc who knew life as a prostitute could be so gosh darn hard to get over ^^
Somewhere in the confines of the she-wolf’s mind a lecture was playing at a familiar pitch. It was Marjorie, and in her drunken delight she was advising the girls to never wash away their sins. To never feel embarrassed about what they had done or who they were…had become because in the end their life’s story would be better because of it. Well because of it, Toulouse still personally reviewed her past with pride but in spite of it the female found herself licking her forearm feverishly as she sat in the base of the tarnished tub.
Already the better half of her body was gleaming without the film of filth, and as she carried on as diligently as ever Tully promised to have the job done by noon. However the more she cleaned the louder the voiced played, and while she was indeed the master of her body the beloved old character still had a fierce rein over her heart. They all did all the girls that was, with their lectures on why wicked was just so damn good. And oh how very fiercely Toulouse still believe in them.
Still though greater truth was what it was she was no longer welcomed with them…her kind and so she would have to adjust, and the first step was pushing her past down the drain. Of course this would be so much easier if I had running water at hand. Eyeing the useless spigot with disdain as she finally repositioned her head still the subordinate hesitated to get back to work. After all she hadn’t even gotten to give them a proper good bye. It’s for the best though Tully…you know it is; besides it’s not like this is…a forever sort of thing. God that lie was getting harder and harder to tell. Still though the female was all to aware of what she had do to do make herself feel okay and so with a steadier resolve the wolf started on her arm once more. This time though she was sure to tune out the darling voice in the back of her head.
Somewhere in the confines of the she-wolf’s mind a lecture was playing at a familiar pitch. It was Marjorie, and in her drunken delight she was advising the girls to never wash away their sins. To never feel embarrassed about what they had done or who they were…had become because in the end their life’s story would be better because of it. Well because of it, Toulouse still personally reviewed her past with pride but in spite of it the female found herself licking her forearm feverishly as she sat in the base of the tarnished tub.
Already the better half of her body was gleaming without the film of filth, and as she carried on as diligently as ever Tully promised to have the job done by noon. However the more she cleaned the louder the voiced played, and while she was indeed the master of her body the beloved old character still had a fierce rein over her heart. They all did all the girls that was, with their lectures on why wicked was just so damn good. And oh how very fiercely Toulouse still believe in them.
Still though greater truth was what it was she was no longer welcomed with them…her kind and so she would have to adjust, and the first step was pushing her past down the drain. Of course this would be so much easier if I had running water at hand. Eyeing the useless spigot with disdain as she finally repositioned her head still the subordinate hesitated to get back to work. After all she hadn’t even gotten to give them a proper good bye. It’s for the best though Tully…you know it is; besides it’s not like this is…a forever sort of thing. God that lie was getting harder and harder to tell. Still though the female was all to aware of what she had do to do make herself feel okay and so with a steadier resolve the wolf started on her arm once more. This time though she was sure to tune out the darling voice in the back of her head.