02-12-2009, 05:44 PM
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Even though she had heard the footsteps of someone approaching, Corona was far too distracted to have totally cared who was coming. Those steps across an equally rocky and sandy ground were ambience to the backwashed ocean around them, as well as the cry of the gulls that were always hanging around. But she was pulled from her thoughts when the strange coyote entered her peripheral vision, accessorized in a complete get-up that made her think of the coyote she had met in Laruku's cabin. Only this one, she couldn't see his eyes. Drawing the cigarette-holding hand to her mouth at point, her reaction was subdued to his question an she shrugged as the smoke curled from her mouth on the exhale.
“Not really. Just a madman.” Andrezej wasn't even worthy of being called a madman. He had been filth, to use a word used against her in the past. A heathen with a shit-eating grin. “What's with the costume?” she asked, drawing her gaze away from the dark stone that marked the grave to fully focus on the hat-wearing shifter. Maybe he was injured, afflicted with something horrible that he felt he needed to hide. Or maybe he was simply blind, though he did seem to carry himself well enough; regrettably she wished she would have paid attention to the sound of his gait then.
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“Not really. Just a madman.” Andrezej wasn't even worthy of being called a madman. He had been filth, to use a word used against her in the past. A heathen with a shit-eating grin. “What's with the costume?” she asked, drawing her gaze away from the dark stone that marked the grave to fully focus on the hat-wearing shifter. Maybe he was injured, afflicted with something horrible that he felt he needed to hide. Or maybe he was simply blind, though he did seem to carry himself well enough; regrettably she wished she would have paid attention to the sound of his gait then.