LUPUS Form
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As Sura hid herself in the bushes, her mind was blank, her stellar eyesight set on the line of rocks and her super olefactory senses trained on the path. In reality, she couldn't really see much because of the leaves and the bush put off so much of its own scent that it was hard to smell anything else. Not to mention that having a blank mind made her impatient, which made her bored, which made her sleepy. As soon as the idea of taking a nap kicked in, so did the urge to pee. Her heavy eyelids batted back open. She would have to work hard to stay awake. What were elephants like? Were they green? Did they exist, or were they just a fairy tale? Another child had told her once that elephants wore clothes and liked socks. Sura liked socks too, but not really that much. One time her mother had tried to dress her up in clothes, but Sura had hated it so much that she threw a fit and ripped them all up. She'd gotten into big trouble for it too. Technically, it was mother's fault for not asking permission or checking Sura's schedule before trying to take it to their weekly religious meeting. A noise interrupted her thoughts and her mind snapped into full power. A smaller black wolf seemed to be hurt, holding his paw and making noises of being-hurt-ness. Sura's eyes lit up and a wry smile crept on her face. She rushed out of the bushes and tried to pounce on the wolf. "I WETS CHO!" (Translation), she screamed in her "battle" tone, as she aimed to knock the stranger over. But by now she had been holding her urge to urinate for so long that she couldn't help but spill a few drops accidentally. Realizing what happened, her face became aghast, her lip trembled in a threat to cry, and her mind spun. Just as soon as her demeanor had changed to frightened, it raced right back to aggressive. "Wook wat yous wone! Wou wetteds!", she accused him, trying her best to feign a snarl of disgust. " |