Word Count → 310 :: Out of Character text
She had decided to go about in her four-legged form, none the less feeling vulnerable. Her things, clothing and accessories; were left back with the Corsairs. And who knew, maybe the little hybrid would find a bite to eat on the way. Eating fish steady just wasn't a great idea at that time. Black paws struck the ground in a dainty manner, with the grace of a hunter and the resiliency of a warrior. But whatever she was, she didn't see her as any of those. It stung to walk, the lacerations upon her legs and toes still hadn't fully healed. But it had taught the coydog something. Love and hate had no real differences. No boundaries to separate from the latter. And freaking out about it--Wasn't worth it. Isa wasn't worth it. Hadley wasn't worth it. From her time staying near the deep blue and the waves, the scent of salt and sea mist had threaded itself into ever fibre of her image. Selene was one with the ocean. A part of a crew. A mate. And maybe someday a mother. Life would be better. Her weaknesses thrown away.
In Lupus form, Sel brought her back to something more primal. As if she could imagine her ancestors, stuck in this form for their lives, this was all they knew. Reacting on instincts, at that time she wasn't the gypsy dressed in sophisticated linens, or the girl with the knack fitter jewelry. All she had was the piercings and the scars. Selene's mind stayed the same. It gave a sense of being free! Away from everything!
The terrain in which the slender coydog tread was soft against her pained feet, something in which the Italian could be grateful for. The scents of creatures large and small wafted into her delicate black nose, bears, birds, rodents, and other canines. A rodent in this matter, happened to scurry nearby. "Sure, why not." Selene murmured, crouching away from the stupid creature. It stopped, close enough for the girl to make out the whiskers twitching as it scented the air. There! Selene launched into the air, quick enough for the vole to move to the left in surprise. But it wasn't enough, her teeth clamped easily around its neck before anything could happen. It died instantly. A meal. A good, suitable meal other than fish. She trotted out from the slight vegetation, prize in her ivory teeth. She moved to catch the eye of another canine, stopping to drop the dead rodent at her feet, ears dropping slightly to her skull in a shy display. "Oh um--" She murmured, fumbling with words to address to the stranger. "I'm Selene" The girl didn't want to tuck into her food in front of someone else, so shyly she shoved the dead thing closer "Want some? I'd feel guilty just eating it here."
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