Jules is wearing a blue plaid button up shirt that hangs down a little past her butt, though the sleeves are rather long on her. She has a large piece of pale green sea glass in her hand.
Location: Whisper beach.
I am gunna make this in the future.. um.. maybe the 25th? Oh and its high noon and foggy ish, that okay with you darling? Oh oh and she had heavy bandaging on her hip, neck. and light bandaging scattered around. And one of her ears has a notch in it.
It was the first time she had truly wandered out of his pack since that day, something she found to be necessary. Sure it wasn’t that far away, just outside the boarders on the soft sand beach t hat looked out to a rather small island. This place felt so strange to her, some of the uncovered sand sank between her toes almost as if they were trying to tickle her. The beach was such a strange place, its smell most of all. It tasted thick of salt and as she walked around it seemed that the wind was filled with small droplets of the sea water. Dampening her uncovered fur and unbandaged cuts, this caused her to flinch in pain. Why did this water hurt her wounds when other forms of liquid seemed to sooth them?
Her eyes gazed out at the slightly fogged landscape, finding it hard to spot the island now as she picked up a snow covered rock with a sleeved hand. Her breath snorted in irritation as she slid the long sleeve to her wrist; for once she was thankful that she had such fluffy fur for the wintery season. Even if it was compressed to her skin by bandages, she was glad to be warm. Though her body shivered but this was not from the icy weather but from a small glimpse of the stone she had picked up. The color made her freeze before she dropped it as if it were made of acid, the color of robin eggshells.
Shaking her head she moved away from the brightly colored rock, the first time the girl had avoided a color in her life. Juliet found herself kicking the snow back over the rock and finding a better color, a soft shine of sea glass. Pale green in color, picking it up she smiled in her mind. She could make a necklace out of this; maybe she could find a way to shape it. Would Lorenzo’s tools work? Or were those just for carving wood?
Though the smell of the salt water overwhelmed her sense of smell the girl was still alert, her ears twitching at every tiny sound. Analyzing it like a paranoid little wolf, and basically that was what she was. Paranoid, but not of that man but of something unknown to her. Fear of feeling pain again.
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