05-17-2010, 05:03 PM
If there were two things that Caprica enjoyed in life, they were sleep and food. And it was lucky that she was a proficient huntress, because she had woken in the middle of the night to surprise some of the prey that called the Phoenix Valley woodlands home. It wasn't at all unusual for the black furred girl to rise in the middle of the night for a hunt. She was often hungry, but had taken care not to take more than her share in terms of taking meals with her siblings. She was becoming a bit self conscious, although she wouldn't say that she was ashamed of her appetite. She had no control over that part of her; she accepted it as a natural survival instinct and followed it when hunger struck. But at the same time she didn't want to deprive anyone in her family.
"Cinque minuti piu," the girl grumbled blearily and stretched her legs forward. Five more minutes... She had a powerful frame, hidden energy and strength stored in her body. She was larger than her siblings, but she always had been. Again, this was something natural, and something that she tried to accept. Sometimes she compared herself to her petite, graceful sisters Rio and Lucia, but in the end nothing that she tried could change her build. And with a sleepy note of pride she thought that she looked the most like her mother, in terms of her build. She was like Naniko's black furred mirror - powerful, curvy, a pillar of strength. Green eyes shot open as she realized the the female voice beckoning her could not belong to mother. She had left. The young wolfess lifted her head from her paws and then her green colored eyes focused on her husky-marked aunt. "Yo, Aunty," she greeted with a jaw cracking yawn. "What's the word?"
"Cinque minuti piu," the girl grumbled blearily and stretched her legs forward. Five more minutes... She had a powerful frame, hidden energy and strength stored in her body. She was larger than her siblings, but she always had been. Again, this was something natural, and something that she tried to accept. Sometimes she compared herself to her petite, graceful sisters Rio and Lucia, but in the end nothing that she tried could change her build. And with a sleepy note of pride she thought that she looked the most like her mother, in terms of her build. She was like Naniko's black furred mirror - powerful, curvy, a pillar of strength. Green eyes shot open as she realized the the female voice beckoning her could not belong to mother. She had left. The young wolfess lifted her head from her paws and then her green colored eyes focused on her husky-marked aunt. "Yo, Aunty," she greeted with a jaw cracking yawn. "What's the word?"