03-31-2011, 04:21 AM
Layla had been romping about in her Secui form through the forest earlier this fine day. The weather was still cool, but it was getting warmer every day and snow was getting harder to find in Nova Scotia. Despite it sometimes snowing throughout the night outside of the cave she had been dwelling in, most of the frozen water was gone by noon. Tired of her self-games with a twig, she slowed her pace and walked along, heading no where really.
The quiet murmuring of a river graced her ears and Layla licked her lips, thinking how thirsty her childish exertions had made her. With an energetic spring in her step, she pranced to whispering currents she heard, sending a small leather pouch around her neck jostling. The river was a lot farther away then it sounded, but soon enough she felt smooth river rocks beneath her large black paws. Tail raised and wagging happily, she approached the fresh water. Friged cold water lapped at her pads. Water was always colder then the weather, which was welcome hot summer days, but unwanted today. With a shake of her pelt, she drank the water deeply, enjoying its cold properties more so down her throat than in her toes.
Hearing several pebbles drop onto the bank, Layla whipped her head around and her body followed. An Optime wolf was lounging on a rock. She hadn't been very observent and hadn't noticed him, even when he was in direct sunlight. Standing stock still, she decided her next move. Giving herself a mental nod, she allowed herself to change to Optime. Layla had always preferred this form and was slowly finding out that contrary to the belief in the stories her pack told, wolves enjoyed their Optime form too, which was very welcomed.
Now standing at 6' Layla was clearly in the sunlight and her white fur reflected the light like a beacon. Black reached from her toes and fingers to her knees and elbows and tipped her tail, as well as running from her nose, over her face in a wolf mask, and onto the top of her skull, making her flowing hair ink black. Silver studs and cuffs glinted in the sunlight, framing her dark ears. Besides the red tuft of her bangs, the rest of her was pure white as fresh snow. The female fumbled with the leather pouch around her neck, still unused to her own bust. It came loose and she pulled a red piece of cloth from it. Attached was a rope, and she tied it about her waist. A tiny red loincloth that was more for appearance than concealment.
After tying the leather pouch tightly on her loincloth, Layla approached the young male. Earlier, when she had first become aware of his presence, he had been toying with rocks. "Hello!" Layla called. She was in his direction of sight and she had been upwind, so her presence was unlikely a surprise, but it was always better to announce yourself from a distance when possible, she believed. "What'cha doin'? Do you mind if I join you?" the fae asked with a smile.
The quiet murmuring of a river graced her ears and Layla licked her lips, thinking how thirsty her childish exertions had made her. With an energetic spring in her step, she pranced to whispering currents she heard, sending a small leather pouch around her neck jostling. The river was a lot farther away then it sounded, but soon enough she felt smooth river rocks beneath her large black paws. Tail raised and wagging happily, she approached the fresh water. Friged cold water lapped at her pads. Water was always colder then the weather, which was welcome hot summer days, but unwanted today. With a shake of her pelt, she drank the water deeply, enjoying its cold properties more so down her throat than in her toes.
Hearing several pebbles drop onto the bank, Layla whipped her head around and her body followed. An Optime wolf was lounging on a rock. She hadn't been very observent and hadn't noticed him, even when he was in direct sunlight. Standing stock still, she decided her next move. Giving herself a mental nod, she allowed herself to change to Optime. Layla had always preferred this form and was slowly finding out that contrary to the belief in the stories her pack told, wolves enjoyed their Optime form too, which was very welcomed.
Now standing at 6' Layla was clearly in the sunlight and her white fur reflected the light like a beacon. Black reached from her toes and fingers to her knees and elbows and tipped her tail, as well as running from her nose, over her face in a wolf mask, and onto the top of her skull, making her flowing hair ink black. Silver studs and cuffs glinted in the sunlight, framing her dark ears. Besides the red tuft of her bangs, the rest of her was pure white as fresh snow. The female fumbled with the leather pouch around her neck, still unused to her own bust. It came loose and she pulled a red piece of cloth from it. Attached was a rope, and she tied it about her waist. A tiny red loincloth that was more for appearance than concealment.
After tying the leather pouch tightly on her loincloth, Layla approached the young male. Earlier, when she had first become aware of his presence, he had been toying with rocks. "Hello!" Layla called. She was in his direction of sight and she had been upwind, so her presence was unlikely a surprise, but it was always better to announce yourself from a distance when possible, she believed. "What'cha doin'? Do you mind if I join you?" the fae asked with a smile.