04-19-2012, 10:50 AM
Irony is he really does look like Tarak, blond fur and erect ears and everything.
The form wasn't slowing down. Amy's nose worked madly, trying to pick up the scent through the downpour that was coming down. All she was smelling was mud though, and the heavy cloying scent of the water that was pouring down. She couldn't even smell the blood that Amy knew was running off her body, cleansed away. She caught a glimpse of green eyes, the scent of dog finally reaching her, and his head was burrowing into her. Amy stood stock still, trying to figure out what to do. With him so close Amy leaned down her head, taking a deep breath. It wasn't a ghost. It was a hybrid, from the pack she'd been thinking about visiting.
The relief from learning that was clear to see, tension easing off her. There was still the problem of what to do with him though. She was glad that the illusion had been broken, as much as that had freaked her out. Amy stepped back a little, frowning as she looked down again. It's rude to bury your head into strangers. He was lucky that she was in a good mood, or he might have ended up pinned to the ground for that forwardness. Glancing around Amy squinted, looking for a way out of the rain. Flicking a heavy wet tail at him Amy moved over to a small cluster of trees. It wasn't perfect, but it would block the worst of it, and maybe if they were lucky there would be an old animal den they could dig into. No, not them. Just her.
The form wasn't slowing down. Amy's nose worked madly, trying to pick up the scent through the downpour that was coming down. All she was smelling was mud though, and the heavy cloying scent of the water that was pouring down. She couldn't even smell the blood that Amy knew was running off her body, cleansed away. She caught a glimpse of green eyes, the scent of dog finally reaching her, and his head was burrowing into her. Amy stood stock still, trying to figure out what to do. With him so close Amy leaned down her head, taking a deep breath. It wasn't a ghost. It was a hybrid, from the pack she'd been thinking about visiting.
The relief from learning that was clear to see, tension easing off her. There was still the problem of what to do with him though. She was glad that the illusion had been broken, as much as that had freaked her out. Amy stepped back a little, frowning as she looked down again. It's rude to bury your head into strangers. He was lucky that she was in a good mood, or he might have ended up pinned to the ground for that forwardness. Glancing around Amy squinted, looking for a way out of the rain. Flicking a heavy wet tail at him Amy moved over to a small cluster of trees. It wasn't perfect, but it would block the worst of it, and maybe if they were lucky there would be an old animal den they could dig into. No, not them. Just her.