crawling to the cities edge

Marishka · 05-30-2010, 09:52 PM

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Set in Arachnea's Revenge!!! 488 words

Marishka, though she had been on this new peninsula for over six months now, still continued to wander every day, never settling for one spot in fear that her worst nightmare would catch up to her. After such a long time without even a lingering scent of him though it was starting to seem a bit ridiculous now. She felt as if she had wandered to every inch of this place, though she knew that was not so for she kept normally to the coast and on the rare occasion traveled deep into the wooded ares for game, to close to the packs for her own comfort.

Of course it was one of these chance wanderings that led her to the city of Halifax where a bounty lay. An abundance of fabrics and other human creations that would make life easier for most Luperci in the are, at least those that did not let the human leftovers go to waste.

She had barely scraped the surface of the city though but had stumbled across quite a good find. Marishka had set her sites for the houses, for she was familiar with such buildings─the tall buildings unnerved her and she had decidedly avoided the city's core for the time being─the houses she did explore though she was able to find a small stash of vodka. There was only two bottles and she placed them in a plain looking satchel she had found a few houses before.

The Russian girl had set out in early morning, a light drizzle dampening her fur, but now it was growing into late afternoon and the rain had let up as the auburn and mahogany hybrid started heading north from Halifax into the forests wild that was starting to crawl across the cities edge. Every once in a while she took a swig from one of the bottles of vodka, feeling the warmth of its influence wash through her with every gulp, her cheeks growing warm and a faint haze passing over her violet eyes.

Soon she was in the thick of the forest known as Arachnea's Revenge, a rare smile gracing her exotic features and a sway in her step that was matched by her tail. Suddenly something damp and furry hit the back of her hand that was holding the vodka and she shook it wildly, sloshing the liquid everywhere until finally she yanked her dagger from its sheath and raised it to strike only to pause and realize she was about the puncture her own hand.

Lowering her blade she looked around at the ground, just glimpsing the large spider as it scuttled away into the brush. Suddenly the forest was filled with a wild, feminine laughter from Marishka whom wiped tears from her eyes with the back of the hand that held her dagger before taking another hearty swig of the strong alcohol and speaking softly, under her breath in her native tongue, “трахнитесь!”

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