03-04-2009, 09:55 PM
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I swear I told it Sab D:
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It was sunny and warm, driving her again from her little-frequented house into the wide lands. Her trip to Hailfax had been most successful, and she would be contented for weeks, her red dress' pockets stuffed with bags of brown and white powder. Today she felt normal, although her blood thirsted for the high, the rush. But her mind was clear and for once any thoughts of Svara were from her mind. Her ever brazen path led her to the borders of another pack. Without a thought she penetrated into it, unbothered by any pesky pack wolves. Her feet carried her to the site of a jet crash. Sabeen ran one hand along the twisted metal, lifting her eyebrows. She moved around it, eyes catching the lying form of the husky.
He smelled faintly of blood, but it was invisible to her eyes. Quietly the lady came up behind him, resting her hands in her pockets. About three feet away from the dog, she called out: 'The sun suits you.' She didn't move to face him, but would instead allow him to turn to view her. For a brief moment, the woman found herself admiring the smooth patterned coat the other bore. Perhaps, today, she would play.
It was sunny and warm, driving her again from her little-frequented house into the wide lands. Her trip to Hailfax had been most successful, and she would be contented for weeks, her red dress' pockets stuffed with bags of brown and white powder. Today she felt normal, although her blood thirsted for the high, the rush. But her mind was clear and for once any thoughts of Svara were from her mind. Her ever brazen path led her to the borders of another pack. Without a thought she penetrated into it, unbothered by any pesky pack wolves. Her feet carried her to the site of a jet crash. Sabeen ran one hand along the twisted metal, lifting her eyebrows. She moved around it, eyes catching the lying form of the husky.
He smelled faintly of blood, but it was invisible to her eyes. Quietly the lady came up behind him, resting her hands in her pockets. About three feet away from the dog, she called out: 'The sun suits you.' She didn't move to face him, but would instead allow him to turn to view her. For a brief moment, the woman found herself admiring the smooth patterned coat the other bore. Perhaps, today, she would play.
I swear I told it Sab D: