03-25-2009, 12:00 AM
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I started this one at work too. >>
"In restless dreams Ah walked alone, narrow streets-ah cobblestone..." While her pitch was perfect, Madison's voice was toward the gruff end of the spectrum on the best of days, but it was made even more raspy by the chill that grabbed her by the throat. She hummed along for a moment or two more--including both vocal and guitar notes--and kept time with her crunching footsteps. So lost in it she was, the dark lady didn't even catch the male before he was almost on top of her.
Maddie stopped short, catching her hat, and snapping, "Why dun' yew watch where yer--" She was startled. While our cowgirl was fairly ordinary in appearance, the unfamiliar male's distinguishing characteristics were instantly impressed on her mind. His was big. Eyes of blazing turquoise resting above two dark crescent-moons, and perhaps most importantly, a Charlotte across his back. Maybe some other wolfess might swoon over those eyes and the thought of a musician, but the Black Feh'yuri wasn't that sort of girl--her amber eyes took him in quickly and hardened again. Distrustful. She crossed her arms and spat a short phrase at him--indecipherable, unless you were fluent in Spanish and a slew of desert Native languages and had an hour to sort out which syllables belonged to which tongue. "Yeah, Ah speak English, and if'n yew don't un'erstand, yew just ain't listenin'--which yew ain't because yew'd know there's plenty-ah better singers 'n me." She paused, then added gruffly, "An' yew should watch where yer goin'."
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"In restless dreams Ah walked alone, narrow streets-ah cobblestone..." While her pitch was perfect, Madison's voice was toward the gruff end of the spectrum on the best of days, but it was made even more raspy by the chill that grabbed her by the throat. She hummed along for a moment or two more--including both vocal and guitar notes--and kept time with her crunching footsteps. So lost in it she was, the dark lady didn't even catch the male before he was almost on top of her.
Maddie stopped short, catching her hat, and snapping, "Why dun' yew watch where yer--" She was startled. While our cowgirl was fairly ordinary in appearance, the unfamiliar male's distinguishing characteristics were instantly impressed on her mind. His was big. Eyes of blazing turquoise resting above two dark crescent-moons, and perhaps most importantly, a Charlotte across his back. Maybe some other wolfess might swoon over those eyes and the thought of a musician, but the Black Feh'yuri wasn't that sort of girl--her amber eyes took him in quickly and hardened again. Distrustful. She crossed her arms and spat a short phrase at him--indecipherable, unless you were fluent in Spanish and a slew of desert Native languages and had an hour to sort out which syllables belonged to which tongue. "Yeah, Ah speak English, and if'n yew don't un'erstand, yew just ain't listenin'--which yew ain't because yew'd know there's plenty-ah better singers 'n me." She paused, then added gruffly, "An' yew should watch where yer goin'."