Ooc.
The day was quiet, cloudy and gloomy. Axelle had wandered farther and farther away from Anathema that day. She needed an outing. She started off early in the morning, in Secui form and made a lot of ground. She was very near Cercatori d’Arte now, and she really couldn’t explain how she got there so fast. As she neared her destination, she shifted into Optime- a form that wasn’t always her favorite. It still wasn’t, but she found it a lot more useful than her other four legged forms. Thumbs were great.
She never visited Wolfville before and thought it would be a cute place to explore and shop. It was a small human town like Halifax, only more trees and open land- or so she heard. She had her purple bag with her today, just in case she was to find something interesting. She wasn’t planning on finding anything, though, as she usually planned those trips before hand. She didn’t need anymore books or jars- she had enough of those. Plus, she couldn’t even read that well. It wasn’t something she was that into. Maybe she would raid the humans’ closets and jewelry cupboards in search of something pretty. She needed clothes. She wanted clothes. Being around others wearing clothes, made her feel naked sometimes. She needed to get in with the times and she needed to find something to suit her.
When she reached the town, and took her first step onto its dirt road streets, she used her nose. Clothes would be her first priority, and then accessories later if she wanted. Her style was more punk, as one would call it. She enjoyed blacks and pinks and skulls and chains and things. If she could find that here, she would be in luck.
The first house she tried, and came out with no luck. She didn’t find any type of clothing she would even think about wearing, or even tearing up and making something else out of it. Maybe this would be harder than she thought. She ripped the closet apart, throwing clothes everywhere and they didn’t even have any jewelry! She stomped out of the old, abandoned house and growled to herself as she flopped down on the porch steps. She sat with her head in her hands, trying to think of a plan. How could she know what kind of clothes the humans would have without wasting so much energy looking for them? She couldn’t think of anything, so she just sat there, clearing her mind.
Word Count → 422
Points → 3
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