07-04-2009, 06:39 PM
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Aurèle was pregnant. That much she knew for certain. Not long after having left the black-eyed wolf she had begun putting on weight. While she was still early in conception the white-crème wolf used her lupus form to the full extent. She hunted regularly, and managed to keep herself fully fed throughout the days. Today, though, she had elected for the much rarer Optime form, one that Aurèle did not favor. It restricted her natural instincts, and forced her to think like a human—something that she did not fully understand.
What she did understand was that her hair was becoming a nuisance. It had grown to about midway down her back, and tying it was no longer an option. So, with a knife in hand, Aurèle was seated on a large stone. Despite her own beauty, the she-wolf had no patience for such feminine or unnecessary things as vanity. She cut through her thick hair quickly, which led to a choppy, uneven look. Still, with her hair now at her shoulders, she felt much lighter. To her left, the pied crow watched silently. This still perturbed her, though she now accepted the bird’s presence. He began to pick at the hair she had cut, forming piles of the pale stuff. Rolling her eyes, Aurèle turned the blade over, studying it. Such instruments seemed unnecessary to her, as many of these man-made things were.
Aurèle was pregnant. That much she knew for certain. Not long after having left the black-eyed wolf she had begun putting on weight. While she was still early in conception the white-crème wolf used her lupus form to the full extent. She hunted regularly, and managed to keep herself fully fed throughout the days. Today, though, she had elected for the much rarer Optime form, one that Aurèle did not favor. It restricted her natural instincts, and forced her to think like a human—something that she did not fully understand.
What she did understand was that her hair was becoming a nuisance. It had grown to about midway down her back, and tying it was no longer an option. So, with a knife in hand, Aurèle was seated on a large stone. Despite her own beauty, the she-wolf had no patience for such feminine or unnecessary things as vanity. She cut through her thick hair quickly, which led to a choppy, uneven look. Still, with her hair now at her shoulders, she felt much lighter. To her left, the pied crow watched silently. This still perturbed her, though she now accepted the bird’s presence. He began to pick at the hair she had cut, forming piles of the pale stuff. Rolling her eyes, Aurèle turned the blade over, studying it. Such instruments seemed unnecessary to her, as many of these man-made things were.