03-24-2012, 04:35 PM
She walked along the desolate streets of the city, finding it much more at home to her than the wilderness. Here she could slip in and out of the shadows, remain unseen and be much more at ease with herself. The urban environments she was used to weren’t as run down as this city was, where canines had made efforts to restore parts of storied cities back across the ocean, this city was completely devoid of attention. The great buildings stood barely in some places, where the trees and vegetation had already started to re-acquire the land they used to own.
Sandra’s green eyes kept their focus, scanning the streets and buildings as she walked along, always an escape route in the back of her mind. She wore nothing except for her top and belt, proudly displaying her knives and her body. Her ears sat perched atop her head, as body walked confidently along. This was her home for the time being, the area she had claimed comprised of a few buildings and it afforded her a dry place to sleep and a place to hide. She could easily slip out from the city and hunt if she needed to for food, and she had recently so her stomach no longer growled with hunger.
It was during her brief walk, she winced a bit as her ears twitched to the unforgiving sound that hit them. The halls of buildings created an unpleasant echo of some noise that had just started up. With an intrigued facial expression she moved on toward the sound like a moth to flame. Her emeralds spied the man through the window, the vibrations in the air coming from his violin much more pleasing to her ears now that he seemed to have tuned it. She watched for a few moments in silence, taking in his bandages, his physical prowess and his playing precision. Sandra almost walked away, content to let the man have his night alone, but she felt a pull to present herself. The femme hadn’t interacted with anyone lately and the urge to converse with someone was almost too much.
She moved in silently, coming to rest along a wall as she crossed her arms, a smile formed across her muzzle as she gazed upon his form, much clearer than the glass distorted vision she had spied earlier. For a wolf he was massive, reminded her of her brother, except she guessed he must have been even bigger than he was.
“Are you ashamed of your talent? Is that why you picked this isolated place?” she asked, curious as to why he had chosen to come out to the deserted city to play,
Sandra’s green eyes kept their focus, scanning the streets and buildings as she walked along, always an escape route in the back of her mind. She wore nothing except for her top and belt, proudly displaying her knives and her body. Her ears sat perched atop her head, as body walked confidently along. This was her home for the time being, the area she had claimed comprised of a few buildings and it afforded her a dry place to sleep and a place to hide. She could easily slip out from the city and hunt if she needed to for food, and she had recently so her stomach no longer growled with hunger.
It was during her brief walk, she winced a bit as her ears twitched to the unforgiving sound that hit them. The halls of buildings created an unpleasant echo of some noise that had just started up. With an intrigued facial expression she moved on toward the sound like a moth to flame. Her emeralds spied the man through the window, the vibrations in the air coming from his violin much more pleasing to her ears now that he seemed to have tuned it. She watched for a few moments in silence, taking in his bandages, his physical prowess and his playing precision. Sandra almost walked away, content to let the man have his night alone, but she felt a pull to present herself. The femme hadn’t interacted with anyone lately and the urge to converse with someone was almost too much.
She moved in silently, coming to rest along a wall as she crossed her arms, a smile formed across her muzzle as she gazed upon his form, much clearer than the glass distorted vision she had spied earlier. For a wolf he was massive, reminded her of her brother, except she guessed he must have been even bigger than he was.
“Are you ashamed of your talent? Is that why you picked this isolated place?” she asked, curious as to why he had chosen to come out to the deserted city to play,