M - The dead don't like you.

Lolita Monroe · 05-17-2010, 11:33 AM

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Lolita had assumed she was alone, but she quickly discerned that the status of that had changed. With such a slight change in the air, the creamy Dahlian had realized that there was someone else there. The woman had been there for a very long time, and the scenery was not something particularly welcoming. Never had it occurred to her that someone else would be there, but there was the proof. The scent was fairly obvious in the air and soon, large shepherd ears were able to pick up on the timid sounds of the other as they approached the stone she was crouched behind.

The ghostly woman remained where she was, not turning to look at the approaching individual over the top of the stone. She could not see them, but she could easily decipher that it was a woman from a pack she knew nothing about. The female's fear was practically tangible in the air, and Lolita mentally scoffed at this. If she was so scared, then she should not have ventured further into the graveyard. One ear flicked in annoyance at the intrusion, as she had been, in some twisted way, enjoying her self-induced misery and seclusion. She had not anticipated that being interrupted.

"Um, what?" she said snappishly, still not turning to look at the approaching woman. Lithe tail lashed out to the side, draping itself over the faded and worn leather bag so that the intruder, as Lolita was thinking of her, would know that there was someone real there. It was possible that she was one of those that were spooked easily. Lolita grinned at the idea of being mistaken for something unreal. A ghost. That was what Daisuke had wanted to call her. She had thought nothing of it at the time, but maybe that was what she was. With how frightened the woman seemed, Lolita thought it possible, though it was very unlikely, of course.

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