05-16-2009, 03:39 PM
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| http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv28 ... spring.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:top;"> Sorry D8 I didn't notice that you'd made the post. Asariel wandered around through her pack's territory, a glum look on her face as she walked. She was in a bad mood, if it wasn't obvious. She had a somewhat foolish theory, as most young girls experience once or twice in their life, and that was the "fact" that she was never going to meet someone of any interest. Gosh, lighten up girl! She wandered through the forest towards a cabin, the sharp stench of old alcohol reaching her nostrils. This had sparked her curiosity; who had been drinking and why? The pretty lady wandered closer until the homestead came into view; she spotted a male not too far away. She slipped closer, standing a couple two or three feet away from him as she contemplated what to do. She could go over and strike a conversation, or, she could leave, hopefully unnoticed. But, she wouldn't be completely unnoticed - her scent would have leaked through the air by now. She shifted awkwardly; Asariel hadn't been counting on running into anybody at this point and time. "Um, h-hello," she stammered, then silently cursed herself. She was never this timid, around anybody. Why now? |