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She's a maniac, maniac on the floor
Neela Garcia
And she's dancing like she's never danced before
Sorry, couldn’t resist X_X
Word Count :: +1022
After roughly a quarter of an hour scanning around the streets, searching for somebody, anybody, to talk to with both her nose and eyes Neela had finally given up, despite her hopes the streets seemed intent on remaining lifeless and barren, just another strike to add to a long list against this particular part of Halifax. Having grown bored with scanning the streets Neela now lay on her back on the rooftop, enjoying the cool feeling of the thin layer of snow as it melted into her back and watching the clouds, her eyes picking out shapes and patterns in the fluffy constructs as they floated across the sky. There wasn't actually much to see this far out from the city centre, either humans had a myriad of other ways to amuse themselves or some of them were horribly boring creatures to live in a place such as the one she was in now, rows of identical houses dominating uniform streets.
Neela wondered the sort of humans that would willingly live in such a place, so devoid of life and variety. The inner city had its buildings and presumably, when it was inhabited, its bustle and the wild had plants and trees. This halfway point between the two worlds had neither and actually living here would have driven the collie mad within days, as it was she was extremely eager to move on. At soon as she found the energy to tear herself from cloud watching that was at the moment the sky was doing an admirable job of holding her interest, the barely suppressed snow creating a plethora of interesting sights in the sky for one willing to look for them.
The inner city was much more interesting simply by merit of the tall buildings, massive structures that Neela found fascinating for no reason other than that they were so far beyond what Luperci could build. At least most Luperci, she had heard that some on the European continent were more human-like in their lifestyle, perhaps they had built structures like these. Visiting them would be nice, but something that Neela realistically accepted as an impossible dream. Even if she was able to get over there somehow, the Meria was nowhere near large enough to whether the storms and carry the supplies for such a trip, she had no way of knowing where to search or even if her target existed, so her daydreams of massive Luperci-made skyscrapers remained that, daydreams.
Neela was just taking a small sip of whiskey, savouring the liquid in the absence of company, when something tore her from her thoughts, the sound of somebody walking through snow, the heavy sound identifying the encroaching stranger as a large wolf simply by the volume of the thuds and crackles. Curious and hopeful Neela sat up, swinging her legs so that they were once more hanging over the edge of the building.
Neela's nostrils flared instinctively as the stranger came into sight but to no avail, the wind was not with her enough to overcome the height distance between the two, probably how the stranger hadn’t noticed her on the roof. Deprived of smell Neela instead resorted to sight, casting a curious eye on the figure below which soon turned appreciative, though Neela quickly stifled those emotions.
The canine below her looked to be a wolf by his ears and his size; very few animals that Neela could think of held the combination of those ears and the potential for such size as was displayed by the stranger below. The wolf was tall and well built, muscles clearly visible beneath the males thick, dark brown, fur. It was the build which had drawn Neela's appreciative eye at first, though she quickly forced herself to move onto his other features, looking for any identifying signs that would give her a clue who this was.
Neela found nothing that hinted to where this wolf hailed from, though chances were if she did see such a thing she would have missed it, though she did note several other features about him, such as the way his dark mane was pulled back and the massive sword slung over his back.
Neela considered the male below her, worrying one lip with her teeth as she thought. On one hand she thought that she had caught a hint of anger on the wolfs face as he ahd passed her, though his path had taken him past far enough she could no longer see his face to confirm it, but on the other hand here was exactly what she had wanted, somebody to talk to and hopefully drink with, handed to her on a platter! And it was an attractive platter too.
The last thought was what stayed Neela's voice. There had been a reason the collie hadn’t even considered seeking a mate in the two months that she had been here, despite having settled into a comfortable home, Neela was unsure if she felt comfortable putting herself so close to the first male that had proved even remotely tempting since she had arrived. Neela spent several seconds debating this in her mind before she noticed that the stranger was slowly but certainly moving away from her.
"'ello down there!" Neela's voice, soft but loud, rang down through the streets, the hand bearing a her bottle of whiskey raised in a gentle wave of greeting as she waved down to the wolf. After all, she reasoned to herself as she waited for a response, there was no harm in just looking right? Neela was a grown dog, she could control herself.
She would have to, there was no way she was letting anybody get as close to her as Julian had. Not until she could trust herself, something she doubted she would ever be able to do. Until that long distant day finally arrived, if it ever did, Neela would force herself away from those she might love, just as unwilling to expose another to the danger that she represented as she was to love somebody else only to loose them again, just like Julian.
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