http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... blebot.png);background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;"> Catherine took a deep breath and sighed longly. She was finally finished with it. It took more than the couple of hours she thought she would take. Actually, it took weeks. Using the figures from the books and the human tools skills she had, she made her new home. It was a very, very big den, or a small cave. Using a rough made shovel, she digged it. It must be 16 feet width, 9 feet height, in a circle shape. She had to construct a wooden structure for it down colapse. The entrance seemed small, but she could get in crouched, and then stand erect perfectly once inside. There was a fire in the center, under a hole in the surface of the cave, that lead to a dead, hollow tree, that would work as a chimney and as an entrance for Seymour. The tree's roots reached on the ceiling, and some were perfects perchs for Seymour. The cave had a carefully made stone floor and earthy walls. The bed was made of leaves, leather and fur of different prey, but mostly of elks. Her books and other stuff were kept in a wooden shelf attached to the structure. The "door" was the dead tree's bark, that fitted the entrance by inside. As the entrance had a big height form the cave's floor, she made out a few steps of wooden. The grayish female contemplated her work and let go her mane, which was in a ponytail, and trhew hesrself on the bed. She arfed, tired. It was plenty of work, and she would need to hunt, sooner or later, and it made her even more tired. Seymour got used at his new entrance while she constructed the den, but she kept the "door" opened so the wind could come in. The peregrine falcon floated in the air for a second and landed on her side, a small mouse one his claws. He pushed it against his owner's hand, and she knew what that meant. The female smiled lightly to the bird. "Don't worry, buddy. I'm fine, just tired. Keep it." she told him, rejecting the food gently. He needed it more than her. The black mamba slithered slowly to the woman and coiled besides her head, looking to her with bright, piercing yellow eyes. "It looks good, Catherine." the snake praised, glancing around the den. "Thanks, Saw." she thanked, pleased to see the her Spirit Guide enjoyed it.
Quickly, the sleepiness took on the Luperci, and she snored lightly as she slept. She had no dreams because of the fatigue. Before the sleep completely took on her, she heard Seymour eating his mouse and Saw rubbing his smooth scales on her face, cuddling on her cheek, hissing lightly. The warmth of her new den embraced her like caring arms. It felt so good, the sensation of finally ending it, so she could sleep in piece, without the worry of finishing it. With that feeling, her mind slipped to unconscience. There was no dreams because of the fatigue, but she didn't need to dream. All of them had came true... |
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