03-24-2012, 10:15 PM
Ahahahah excuse my failness...
Charcoal feet stepped lightly down the trail near the city, her interest in finding valuables had waned since venturing from Casa, the need to steal wares just wasn't worth it anymore. Sel had the air to fill her lungs and the access to the food that would fill her stomach. The setting sun beyond the trees was surprisingly interesting, the girl quickly makin her way to the clearing. She knew that she was supposed to be back with Amy and figuring out how to take on the world in a better way. She was simply garbage before. Selene could do better. Her mind flickered to Hadley less and less, much to her disappointment. Wondering where he was wasn't really the answer. It was much more useful to know. The petite coydog wished him the best every night, that he was safe. Edging near the clearing, the brown female caught the scent of a fire nearby, choosing not to approach too soon.
Either it was a childish urge or a simple need to know who her neighbours were, slowly, ever so slowly did she move towards the camp. Hands trembled softly, hanging by her thin legs. That morning, Selene had found not a thing to wear. The shorts were now a torn mess, not decent at all. Her plan was to not encounter a soul on her outting, the female had tied the translucent black fabric about her hips, hoping to whatever gods that they could not be seen through too easily. Either they mocked her morality, or ruined what she thought decent, they didn't even go past her knees! Vaguely, Selene planned to not be seen by the owner of the camp.
Selene glanced to the fiery sky, peering around the thick trunk of a tree. The face she saw, she wasn't even prepared for. Fritz! His name would have never came to mind for going to the city. Still, a smile spread across her lips as the girl moved out from behind the tree. He had fought in the same raid group as her, and hopefully his wounds hadn't been too serious. "Fritz? That you?
Charcoal feet stepped lightly down the trail near the city, her interest in finding valuables had waned since venturing from Casa, the need to steal wares just wasn't worth it anymore. Sel had the air to fill her lungs and the access to the food that would fill her stomach. The setting sun beyond the trees was surprisingly interesting, the girl quickly makin her way to the clearing. She knew that she was supposed to be back with Amy and figuring out how to take on the world in a better way. She was simply garbage before. Selene could do better. Her mind flickered to Hadley less and less, much to her disappointment. Wondering where he was wasn't really the answer. It was much more useful to know. The petite coydog wished him the best every night, that he was safe. Edging near the clearing, the brown female caught the scent of a fire nearby, choosing not to approach too soon.
Either it was a childish urge or a simple need to know who her neighbours were, slowly, ever so slowly did she move towards the camp. Hands trembled softly, hanging by her thin legs. That morning, Selene had found not a thing to wear. The shorts were now a torn mess, not decent at all. Her plan was to not encounter a soul on her outting, the female had tied the translucent black fabric about her hips, hoping to whatever gods that they could not be seen through too easily. Either they mocked her morality, or ruined what she thought decent, they didn't even go past her knees! Vaguely, Selene planned to not be seen by the owner of the camp.
Selene glanced to the fiery sky, peering around the thick trunk of a tree. The face she saw, she wasn't even prepared for. Fritz! His name would have never came to mind for going to the city. Still, a smile spread across her lips as the girl moved out from behind the tree. He had fought in the same raid group as her, and hopefully his wounds hadn't been too serious. "Fritz? That you?