[J] I would have stayed up with you all night...

[Sylvie Ciel]

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::OOC::
1. Character Name: Sylvie Ciel
2. Character Birthdate: 08/02/2009
3. Regular wolf or Luperci: Luperci
4. Species: Canis Lupus Familiaris Ortus
5. Gender: Female
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): MSN, childlikeheart90@hotmail.com


So you know, she's basically slipping in and out of sleep at the end of the post. ;3

Also... sorry about the confusing title- it's private-ish, because Alaine claimed finding Sylvie, Joining because this is her joining thread, and all welcome because other people can join in after Alaine's picked her up. ;D Located near-ish to the Chien Hotel, to befit Alaine's house arrest. |D ALL WELCOME!
WC: 416

If one looked out upon the ocean at this time of night, a beautiful sunset arrayed with purples, crimsons, golds, and deep blues would create a feast for the eyes, reflecting gently off of the waves below the sinking sun. If one looked a little closer at the waves, however, something would prove itself amiss. Breaking the glorious colors of night's embrace would be none other than a large, red ball... or rather, a buoy. If eyes stayed glued to this strange phenomenon as it tumbled and twirled along on the foams of the sea, a small, dark shape would become noticeable against the sun's piercing light.

One might stare in wonder as the dingy of sorts rolled still closer, and closer, before finally tossing the ball out of the wake, sending it sailing into the sands with a heavy thump. As it rested upon the beach the deep blue waters loved to caress, a low cry left its plastic walls, and the partially broken top popped off, allowing a tired, hungry, wet pup to flop out upon the ground. The whelp tried to stand, finally free of her wet prison and on solid land, but alas, her wobbly limbs afforded her no comfort as she fell upon the saturated sands again. Her deep, earthy brown eyes closed in defeat as she huddled into herself, taking slight shelter next to the much lighter buoy. What a terrible sight she was! Skinny and malnourished, hardly more than a few months old, the little lilac pup could easily tap into anyone's good-hearted side with her light whimpers.

"H-help..." The little fae whimpered, tears threatening to spill out of closed, dark lids. "S-s-someone... please..." Dry throat lead to a cracking, tiny voice, barely audible anywhere over a few yards away. Once more, the little lady tried to stand, to get any inkling of a passerby that could help her. And this time, as she fell to her side, one forepaw presented itself as rather twisted, to the point of being nearly bent the wrong way. Hurtful memories of her mother shoving her so roughly into the plastic bit of solace beside her rushed through the little girl's mind as she dejectedly shifted her injured limb to a less awkward and painful spot.

Sleep rushed to meet her gritted teeth and tightly closed eyes as she finally gave in, shivering against the occasional lap from the ocean, as if it was checking to make sure she still lived.

"H-h-help m-me..."

Speak. Think. Walk.

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