08-26-2008, 09:14 PM
Honestly, it doesn't have to be someone from EH. I don't think they yap at trespassers as much as other packs, and Niki is too out of it to get onto someone. XD;
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She had slept late — until past noon. That was strange, seeing as though Nikita was often woke up very early. Strange was nothing out of the ordinary nowadays, though, so she didn’t really take much stock in it. Maybe her body needed a little more sleep; she had to start healing some time, right? Or maybe it was continuing to break down even more when unsupervised. Ever the pessimist, of course. She spent the first few hours of being conscious by lying around lazily, keeping close to a source of water so that she wouldn’t have a breakdown; her new need for water and lack of such for food was still disconcerting, but she had given into it. Whatever would happen would happen, she thought now. If this was all inevitable, perhaps she should just lie down and accept what fate had in store for her.
But who was Nikita to have ever believed in fate? In allowing something so irresolute to control her own path in life? She frowned once this crossed her mind. If that had been the case, she would have died long ago. The rain had been falling when she had awoken, but now it was starting to drizzle off into a light mist. The rain was something she found great liking with, as it curtailed her madness for water. Water… that was something. She glanced down across the camp to the lake, thinking that she hadn’t really gone for a swim in a while.
The coyote wandered around to the opposite side of the large lake that the camp was on, stepping off of a narrow embankment and into the waist-high water without a second thought. The temperature, cooler because of the rain and lack of sun, didn’t bother her at all. The abundance of water around her made the nag at the back of her mind that screamed for hydration constantly stop. It was a blessing. She sighed, closed her eyes and relaxed as the rain started once more and began to fall.
She had slept late — until past noon. That was strange, seeing as though Nikita was often woke up very early. Strange was nothing out of the ordinary nowadays, though, so she didn’t really take much stock in it. Maybe her body needed a little more sleep; she had to start healing some time, right? Or maybe it was continuing to break down even more when unsupervised. Ever the pessimist, of course. She spent the first few hours of being conscious by lying around lazily, keeping close to a source of water so that she wouldn’t have a breakdown; her new need for water and lack of such for food was still disconcerting, but she had given into it. Whatever would happen would happen, she thought now. If this was all inevitable, perhaps she should just lie down and accept what fate had in store for her.
But who was Nikita to have ever believed in fate? In allowing something so irresolute to control her own path in life? She frowned once this crossed her mind. If that had been the case, she would have died long ago. The rain had been falling when she had awoken, but now it was starting to drizzle off into a light mist. The rain was something she found great liking with, as it curtailed her madness for water. Water… that was something. She glanced down across the camp to the lake, thinking that she hadn’t really gone for a swim in a while.
The coyote wandered around to the opposite side of the large lake that the camp was on, stepping off of a narrow embankment and into the waist-high water without a second thought. The temperature, cooler because of the rain and lack of sun, didn’t bother her at all. The abundance of water around her made the nag at the back of her mind that screamed for hydration constantly stop. It was a blessing. She sighed, closed her eyes and relaxed as the rain started once more and began to fall.