07-04-2011, 06:04 PM
OOC: no offense to you, Sky, if you're reading this XD Val's on her way to being drunk and gets pissy sometimes :C
As Valinta wandered around, her oddly customary bottle of alcohol in hand, she happened upon a small field. The tall grasses waved in the warm breeze, and the sun shone down on them, making the flaxen color appear a burnished gold. It was a lovely sight, one that the woman could cherish forever if she wasn't in the mood she was in. As of late though, she had found herself in more and more of those moods, craving her wine or vodka, wanting to move around. Perhaps it was for the best she was aloner and hadn't bothered with joining a pack yet; her behavior was not the kind her other pack members would appreciate.
Scoffing, the ebony-furred female took a swig of the wine she carted with her as she trounced through the grass towards a solitary tree. With her dark fur, it was a terrible day for just being outside, let alone while drinking alcohol that slowly and steadily dehydrated her. As she walked towards the tree -- slowly, no urgency in her pace -- Valinta thought about Sky and Gunnar. They weren't pack mates and they didn't appreciate her behavior. Her son had decided that he would run away whenever he saw her with alcohol, and Sky, traitorous creature, she was condoning it!
Settling herself down in the welcome coolness of shade, the woman watched a small mouse nosing it's way around the ground. Deciding to do her good deed for the day, she poured some of the wine onto the ground. "I'll share with you, little mouse.." she said slowly, just at the point where she might begin to slur her speech. Letting her eyes drift shut, she took in the scents of the field, the mouse, the wine -- oh, the wine! -- the breeze and the grass. It was lovely, scent and sound and sight.
As Valinta wandered around, her oddly customary bottle of alcohol in hand, she happened upon a small field. The tall grasses waved in the warm breeze, and the sun shone down on them, making the flaxen color appear a burnished gold. It was a lovely sight, one that the woman could cherish forever if she wasn't in the mood she was in. As of late though, she had found herself in more and more of those moods, craving her wine or vodka, wanting to move around. Perhaps it was for the best she was aloner and hadn't bothered with joining a pack yet; her behavior was not the kind her other pack members would appreciate.
Scoffing, the ebony-furred female took a swig of the wine she carted with her as she trounced through the grass towards a solitary tree. With her dark fur, it was a terrible day for just being outside, let alone while drinking alcohol that slowly and steadily dehydrated her. As she walked towards the tree -- slowly, no urgency in her pace -- Valinta thought about Sky and Gunnar. They weren't pack mates and they didn't appreciate her behavior. Her son had decided that he would run away whenever he saw her with alcohol, and Sky, traitorous creature, she was condoning it!
Settling herself down in the welcome coolness of shade, the woman watched a small mouse nosing it's way around the ground. Deciding to do her good deed for the day, she poured some of the wine onto the ground. "I'll share with you, little mouse.." she said slowly, just at the point where she might begin to slur her speech. Letting her eyes drift shut, she took in the scents of the field, the mouse, the wine -- oh, the wine! -- the breeze and the grass. It was lovely, scent and sound and sight.