02-28-2011, 11:35 PM
Quote:Location: Highway 103
Time: Late Afternoon
Weather: Mostly overcast with little spots of sunshine from time to time
Date: Current
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Claws managed to dig deep into the snow that covered the asphalt of the decaying road, creating light 'tic's despite the cushioning powder. The she-wolf was huge, always in her Secui form just for the sake of convenience as she stalked down the road. The cars here resembled those she had happened to catch glances of in her journey across Europe to hop a boat to the newer lands- the skeletal figures never failing to catch her attention. She paused as she came up to a car with no visible roof, letting her head easily rest on the edge of the door as she peered in. There was hardly anything visible underneath the huge amounts of snow that had accumulated over the past few months, only bits and pieces of a single skeleton managing to poke through. She huffed aloud, a large puff of white escaping her maw. "глупый человек. Вы приносите на вас непосредственно." she grumbled out, her native tongue rolling off of her tongue with ease. She had discovered the human's demise while traveling through Italy-it had been themselves and their need for bigger weapons. Deadlier weapons. In the end, the joke had been on them. Now, the animals flourished.
She gave a soft snort, again watching as a puff of white rose form her nostrils in an almost comical way, before she continued on her way. Nakita had no destination in mind. These were new lands to her, after all. They weren't as cold as her Russian home-land, but they were better than the place she had first come upon- with it's humid air and hot weather. Slowly, she started picking up her pace- muscles gliding easily under her thick fur and propelling the hulking beast forward into a gentle jog. The road had to lead somewhere, right? Anywhere was better than out in the open- but her tail was kept even with her spine, giving any others watching a good clue to her personality. She was not one to mess around with- as if the scars marring her ebony bodice weren't enough of a sign that this wolf was a fighter, and a good one at that. That's what happens though, when you're brought up learning nothing but how to kill and fight others in a pit- where there were no rules.
Her eyes and ears were ever alert, constantly swiping back and forth over both sides of the road and keeping watch of the thick woods that bordered either side. In the distance, she could see the outlines of what remained of a city. It had to be a good 10 or so more miles before she'd even be close enough to make out details, but she had time to spare. Not like she had a pack that needed her, though it would be highly unlikely for any pack to accept her. Her attacks were almost as spontaneous as a person with tourettes with their words or movements. Anything could trigger the instinct to fight for the female. Moving your paw a certain way, Looking at a certain area on her, or just your overall disposition could easily land you in a fight for your life. The urge to attack upon such occasions had been much worse before her 'trainer', Vlad, had found her after her escape. She could control it, but only to such an extent. What pack would like a loose canon running around their lands? A ticking time-bomb that would attack for virtually no reason? Well, a few vicious packs who intended on starting a war or needed someone to do a hit would probably look at her and think 'KA-CHING! WINNER, BABY!' but she was not interested in being used. She had been used once for entertainment in fighting others to the death, and she would not be used again.
She had been so preoccupied scanning for danger in front of her and beside her, that she nearly jumped out of her skin when a flash of something moved from the corner of her eye, somewhat behind her. She immediately whipped around- much faster than a wolf of her size should- and snarled as she went to sink her fangs into whatever was behind her. She froze, however, as she spotted the sunlight shimmering off of a car's bumper. She grinned at her own foolishness, letting out a deep and gravel-like laugh. "Nakita, Вы глупый старый волк. Не позволяйте этой Новой Земле взять верх над Вами, теперь." she grumbled out to herself, her face sinking back into her emotionless mask as she continued on, acting as if nothing had happened. That snarl of hers, though, worried her. It was very loud, and echoed easily off of the empty road and metal vehicles.