[M] drug sniffin' dog.

Lolita Monroe · 06-07-2010, 03:49 PM

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Sorry for the delay, dahling! ♥ 300+ words. WotD: Fathom.

The flamboyant woman stood, leaning against the building with a joint held between her lips. Her hair was pushed over one shoulder, small tangles evident in it, as was common for the Monroe woman. She had never been able to fathom why some luperci were so focused on their appearances, because it was something she certainly did not care about. Lolita looked natural, feral, with the exception of the branded tattoo and the fiery hair. The tattoo was there because she'd been branded in death, of course—her hair was dyed for the pure enjoyment of seeing the contrast against her pale, cream-colored fur, as well as to bring out the bright, jade eyes in her face. With the exception of keeping her hair vibrantly dyed, however, Lolita did not care or bother with her appearance. It hardly mattered.

Miss Monroe glanced up, almost startled by the strange boy's presence. Lolita had not realized there was anyone there with her, but she gave him a quick scan. Something was very vaguely familiar about him, but she shrugged it off. There was nothing obvious that sprang to mind, so it did not seem worth dwelling on. "Crimson Dreams? Hmmm," she drawled, considering it. The only member of that pack she'd ever met had been Kansas, and he had told her a bit about it, as well as she had been able to pick up information in passing. She tried to think back to the day she had met Kansas, trying to remember which direction her had come from that day. She pointed southwest, a half-hearted gesture. "I thiiiink it's that way. I know there's another pack down there, too, but the one you're looking for is led by a woman," she said. "Why? Something important there?" she inquired, curiousity piqued. He was not from around here.

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