02-21-2010, 11:11 PM
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Colibri inhaled the warm scent of the barn, the reassuring sweetness of hay, soured slightly by a musty odor of decay. She had never been in a barn before. Was it so surprising, then, that the large deer-like animal took her completely by surprise? The shadowy creature was laying on its belly within a small wooden room - cubicle? stall? - its dark eyes gleaming in the white light from the wintry outdoors. Coli stood stock still, her heart racing in her chest, ready to flee if the beast stood. It had the scent of a doe, and it was probably a prey creature, but stocky, more muscular than one she had ever seen. Did the Crimson Dreams pack domesticate their prey? She'd heard stories of nomads traveling alongside herds of caribou, but she knew nothing about building them little rooms to live in during the winter. It was then that the slight figure caught her attention - white, or light grey, a slim werewolf about her age. Coli flinched visibly, realizing she had been stared at the whole time. "...S... Sorry to disturb you," she swallowed, edging awkwardly back toward the doorway. No point in looking for rats now, not with an audience.
Colibri inhaled the warm scent of the barn, the reassuring sweetness of hay, soured slightly by a musty odor of decay. She had never been in a barn before. Was it so surprising, then, that the large deer-like animal took her completely by surprise? The shadowy creature was laying on its belly within a small wooden room - cubicle? stall? - its dark eyes gleaming in the white light from the wintry outdoors. Coli stood stock still, her heart racing in her chest, ready to flee if the beast stood. It had the scent of a doe, and it was probably a prey creature, but stocky, more muscular than one she had ever seen. Did the Crimson Dreams pack domesticate their prey? She'd heard stories of nomads traveling alongside herds of caribou, but she knew nothing about building them little rooms to live in during the winter. It was then that the slight figure caught her attention - white, or light grey, a slim werewolf about her age. Coli flinched visibly, realizing she had been stared at the whole time. "...S... Sorry to disturb you," she swallowed, edging awkwardly back toward the doorway. No point in looking for rats now, not with an audience.