08-31-2008, 03:19 PM
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The light rain made her sense of smell less potent than usual, which was probably why she missed the approach of the other coyote until she could hear the patterns of pawsteps beneath the light hiss of the falling rain. She was somewhat loath to remove her gaze from the shard of wood she was whittling in her hands — she was somewhat interested to see what she was making it into, seeing as though she was whittling it down without conscious thought — but she eventually did so when the stranger had come across her. Nikita was very surprised to find the other female in clothing — besides herself and Laurel, Poe had been the only one who favored human clothing that she had met here — but not in a negative way. She was also somewhat amused when she saw the taller coyote lycanthrope with a hand stuffed unceremoniously in a pocket. Whether or not it was expert eye or simply pure paranoia, but she imagined that the other was simply well within reach of her own knife, after seeing Nikita’s own.
To the green-eyed coyote, they seemed very much alike.
“Hey,” she greeted roughly, her voice hoarse. It had been like that since she had become ill — she had no idea whether or not the illness contributed, or she was simply too stressed out. She inhaled, finally catching the scent of the female without the rain interfering too much. She nodded; it made sense. “You’re from Inferni, right?” She asked. There wasn’t much of the scent there, but there was just enough. “I met someone from Inferni once — Anselm. Nice guy.” She rambled a bit there, not that she noticed.
The light rain made her sense of smell less potent than usual, which was probably why she missed the approach of the other coyote until she could hear the patterns of pawsteps beneath the light hiss of the falling rain. She was somewhat loath to remove her gaze from the shard of wood she was whittling in her hands — she was somewhat interested to see what she was making it into, seeing as though she was whittling it down without conscious thought — but she eventually did so when the stranger had come across her. Nikita was very surprised to find the other female in clothing — besides herself and Laurel, Poe had been the only one who favored human clothing that she had met here — but not in a negative way. She was also somewhat amused when she saw the taller coyote lycanthrope with a hand stuffed unceremoniously in a pocket. Whether or not it was expert eye or simply pure paranoia, but she imagined that the other was simply well within reach of her own knife, after seeing Nikita’s own.
To the green-eyed coyote, they seemed very much alike.
“Hey,” she greeted roughly, her voice hoarse. It had been like that since she had become ill — she had no idea whether or not the illness contributed, or she was simply too stressed out. She inhaled, finally catching the scent of the female without the rain interfering too much. She nodded; it made sense. “You’re from Inferni, right?” She asked. There wasn’t much of the scent there, but there was just enough. “I met someone from Inferni once — Anselm. Nice guy.” She rambled a bit there, not that she noticed.