11-11-2008, 12:51 PM
Location: Haven Mansion. I figured that the pups live here and would be safe here? Hiiiii Erin! :]
Stockholm smiled in contentment, sitting in Optime form cross legged on the floor of the living room. She had had her misgivings about the large manse when she had first seen it, but now she found it positively delightful. From the outside it had seemed a bit too imposing, too grand for her to even set foot inside. But the welcoming scent of the pack clung to every corner, and so she had become comfortable inside. She rolled her shoulders, raising her arms over her head as she stretched and closed her lime green eyes while doing so.
She rubbed a piece of charcoal against her index finger and begin tracing lightly on the paper situated on the floor in front of her crossed legs. She had her tail wrapped around to one side, the bits of charcoal resting there. Her lime green eyes glanced around the room, looking at each corner carefully and with consideration before she returned her attention to her project. She traced another line across the paper, glancing once more around the room. The gray wolfess was trying to create a layout of the first floor of the mansion. And she felt as though she was doing a fairly decent job getting the dimensions right.
Smiling to see that her work was of decent quality, Stockholm paused once more and leaned her back against the wall and relaxed. She had only been in Crimson Dreams for a few days, but already she was becoming comfortable within the packlands. She no longer felt like an awkward stranger, and she gained confidence with each hour, secure in the knowledge that she belonged. It was a strange, sweet feeling. Her eyes opened slowly as she realized what her layout was missing. Rubbing a bit more charcoal on her finger, she traced at the top of the page: H-A-V-E-N.
"Haven," she repeated thoughtfully.
Stockholm smiled in contentment, sitting in Optime form cross legged on the floor of the living room. She had had her misgivings about the large manse when she had first seen it, but now she found it positively delightful. From the outside it had seemed a bit too imposing, too grand for her to even set foot inside. But the welcoming scent of the pack clung to every corner, and so she had become comfortable inside. She rolled her shoulders, raising her arms over her head as she stretched and closed her lime green eyes while doing so.
She rubbed a piece of charcoal against her index finger and begin tracing lightly on the paper situated on the floor in front of her crossed legs. She had her tail wrapped around to one side, the bits of charcoal resting there. Her lime green eyes glanced around the room, looking at each corner carefully and with consideration before she returned her attention to her project. She traced another line across the paper, glancing once more around the room. The gray wolfess was trying to create a layout of the first floor of the mansion. And she felt as though she was doing a fairly decent job getting the dimensions right.
Smiling to see that her work was of decent quality, Stockholm paused once more and leaned her back against the wall and relaxed. She had only been in Crimson Dreams for a few days, but already she was becoming comfortable within the packlands. She no longer felt like an awkward stranger, and she gained confidence with each hour, secure in the knowledge that she belonged. It was a strange, sweet feeling. Her eyes opened slowly as she realized what her layout was missing. Rubbing a bit more charcoal on her finger, she traced at the top of the page: H-A-V-E-N.
"Haven," she repeated thoughtfully.