06-25-2012, 06:26 PM
I don't think Wraith's ever seen anyone wearing clothes, so she'll be like "wut are you doing." (WC: 332)
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[/html]A flurry of movement caught Wraith’s attention. It came from the east, to her left, so she assumed that it would be someone from her mother’s pack: Anathema. The taste in her mouth soured for a moment before she pushed those thoughts away. She didn’t want her mother ruining her life anymore, so she would just have to not think about it too much. Pretending it was okay wasn’t healthy, but she didn’t want to just always be mad. It didn’t sound very fun. But that didn’t mean she had to like anyone from that stupid, smelly wolf pack. She frowned when the figure drew closer as she realized the thing was carrying some sort of stick in its hands. He also had some sort of tree stuck to his legs and he looked very stupid. She wondered why he was wearing so many leaves on his legs. They didn’t even look very green. They looked kind of brown and dead, so she imagined that they were quite hard and itchy.[/html]
The thing said hello and Wraith tried not to stare at his leaves. When she glanced up to his eyes, she noticed that his face was all splotchy with all sorts of colours mashed up across his nose. A peek around his leaf legs revealed a curly tail, which was odd, too. She wondered what he did with that. Could he still wag his tail? Maybe he had turned it into a weapon.
“Hiya,” she replied. She was so busy thinking about how weird this thingy (not a wolf but not a coyote either) was that she didn’t even bother to frown or say something mean. “Why do you have leaves on your legs?” Even though she was by no means a sheltered girl—she’d already taken her first kill for the clan, but didn’t think it meant anything in terms of maturity; just the ability to do it—she didn’t understand what he was doing with dead trees on him.[html]