05-21-2011, 02:44 AM
Cassie sighed as she walked along the shoreline. She was alone and she was getting used to it. She didn't like it either. She sat down in the sand and sifted it through her fingers. Coming from a more civilized werewolf territory before she came here, she wore clothing. She was wearing a skirt and a halter top over her optime body. She looked around hoping for some company.
Realizing the company wasn't going to come until later, she waded into the cool water of the ocean, it wasn't too cold for her, she liked it just right. She splashed some water up and scared off some passing fish. Laughing and giggling at them, they kept on coming back to be scared away once more. She caught one in her quick hand and put it back on the shore. She knocked it on the head with a rock and its stuggling and writhing body went still.Wiping the sand off of its slimy body and then washing it, she strung it up on a stick and started a fire. After a while of eating the deliciously juicy fish, She cleaned up the bones and entrails.Sitting by the warm glowing fire a lot of activity was going on in her mind.
She thought about what she should do with her life. Shall she find a mate and pack? Although from what she once experianced, life in a pack was no bed of roses. The work, the safety, and such. Rogues and loners such as she sometimes go mad after too long of a time with no pack. Anyone would go insane without the company of others. She sat there kindling the fire, hoping for the sound of footsteps coming to greet her.
Realizing the company wasn't going to come until later, she waded into the cool water of the ocean, it wasn't too cold for her, she liked it just right. She splashed some water up and scared off some passing fish. Laughing and giggling at them, they kept on coming back to be scared away once more. She caught one in her quick hand and put it back on the shore. She knocked it on the head with a rock and its stuggling and writhing body went still.Wiping the sand off of its slimy body and then washing it, she strung it up on a stick and started a fire. After a while of eating the deliciously juicy fish, She cleaned up the bones and entrails.Sitting by the warm glowing fire a lot of activity was going on in her mind.
She thought about what she should do with her life. Shall she find a mate and pack? Although from what she once experianced, life in a pack was no bed of roses. The work, the safety, and such. Rogues and loners such as she sometimes go mad after too long of a time with no pack. Anyone would go insane without the company of others. She sat there kindling the fire, hoping for the sound of footsteps coming to greet her.