11-06-2009, 10:50 PM
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| http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb17 ... eader1.png); background-position:top; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> OOC// Yay, new thread! :3 The wind sighed softly, a cacophony of whispering voices. It trailed lazily across the land, tangling in the thick, auburn curls of the reclined feo. Her chest rose and fell evenly, emerald eyes cast skyward to make out distant shapes and worlds in the fluffy hides of clouds overhead. Behind her a ways was the old hotel, where the brute Leroy had brought her back. Still under suspicion of being a thief, Alaine was temporarily restricted to the hotel grounds, about an acre radius. And yet, the young beauty didn't mind being a hostage, not right at the moment - She was, at long last, within a pack. The ebony lady, a miss... Finn? Had promised her solace and protection within the bounds of this territory, and even though the soft breeze was at current complacent, she instinctively knew that within a few weeks it would bring the sharp bite of winter. Thick lashes fluttered shut for a few moments, before brilliant jade eyes returned to their observations of the heavens. The bark of the tree at her back was worn smooth with age, the grass soft as it was dappled with morning sunlight. Alaine's hands plucked absently at the tall, thick shoots, enjoying the smell that bled out from the torn blades. Her gaze dropped to watch as she threw them into the air, little fluttering pieces of green confetti that twirled back down to the ground. A smile, the first one for some time, curled over a dainty maw as the she-dog let out a content sigh. Caillen was sleeping in a secure room, on a worn mattress, and she had taken the opportunity of a little bit of peace and escaped out here. Mind wandered over the past events; Perhaps being caught trying to steal that calf had been the best mistake of her life. Thank gosh she had those medical skills... At this thought, Alaine straightened, her bewitching eyes opening again as the unsettling thought came back to weigh upon feminine shoulders. She was only allowed to stay here as long as she could prove herself capable, a worthy member of the pack. A stranger to the kindness of others, Alaine had no false ideas about charity. If she did not hold her own weight, surely they would kick her and her son out. With a troubled sigh, the young lady rose, brushed the blades of grass off of her silky thighs before stretching in an almost feline way. She'd have to go and find someone, find some opportunity to show her worth.  |