12-13-2008, 03:20 PM
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| http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c13/v ... ablebg.jpg);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:top;"> Mew Sadira Word count:418 The white Tilia lowered her mouth, listening as her howl ran freely on the wind in every direction. She was standing right outside one of the vineyards, hoping that Cwmfen would hear her. Her call had had nothing to do with formal affairs or anything like that, it was more of a question directed at the dark young femme, wondering whether she might want to socialize. It was a strange thing to do if one was Mew Sadira. Mostly, every joiner would - in time - eventually take contact with Mew. She was not the social kind, preferring to stay alone with her anger and her guitar, snarling at herself in mirrors, but this young one tickled her curiosity. She seemed awfully obedient to the rank system, and somewhat shy, but perhaps she was not. Mew did not know, all she knew was that she had not made contact with the three-year-old, like everyone else, and thus the ball was in her hands. Even though she might not wish to spend time with her pack members, she always wished to know who they were. And perhaps this one was someone she could care for, unlike most pack members that had come through. Although, right now it was only Firefly that spurred her lust for ripping things apart, but more often than not she found herself getting irritated by the actions of her pack members. Luckily there weren't many irritations at the moment, and the news of Deuce's pregnancy made her tense relationship to Firefly slightly more amusing than anything else. It was cruel, but so was life, and Firefly deserved it for her slutty behavior. Waiting, Mew watched the damp air form clouds in front of her muzzle, standing in her two-legged form propped against the wall of the frozen wood building. She hoped the young female would come, and she hoped she had not thought this was a formal call. Mew was simply rubbish at these things, sometimes she just failed at people skills 101. Time would show though, and if she did not come, Mew could always just go inside to the fireplace again and enjoy her guitar and that old piano. She had restored it somewhat since her and Slay had used the building as shelter from the storm a few moons back, and its sound was beautiful now. Perhaps she should show how well she had fixed it to Slay. Or perhaps she should show it to Cwmfen, should she come. Mew hoped she would. |