SSWM - 617
“It isn’t far”
The wolfess explained to her oddly colored companion. The two walked the city streets, hope in their hearts that they would come across a few choice cans of paint. Mati had been thinking of the male’s dilemma since their last meeting. He had been living in a pack that allowed no individuality, where they couldn’t even shift and walk upright if they pleased. Mati had traveled home that night, after finding the stable empty (other then the stable hand) and thought deeply on the matter. It was certainly a moral issue, demanding such a thing to a beast that was simply growing and searching or it’s identity. Those types of rules were barbaric and ignorant, in the female’s eyes and as she marched down the broken concrete road it had become her mission to assist the male in his need to express himself by decorating his abode. They would find all they needed in the large warehouse like building, and it towered over the two beasts as the approached. The journey had been a lone one yet the day was still fresh and though crisp the sky was almost clear and the sun only covered by a film of clouds. Mati stopped at the entrance of the large building, who’s sign had been smashed long ago. Yet the glass of the door and the lighted sign was scattered across the entrance. She pointed to the male to watch his step, and the two meandered inside.
She had been here before, though only once. It was more the sort of place to get paints in bulk, not the small tubes that she used daily. There were no canvases here either, but Mati saw his blank walls as their canvas. She had brought a bag, but as they began to travel towards the city she figured that they would need something larger to carry the supplies.
Her adventures to the city were becoming more frequent and less anxiety filled the more she came and went without accident. At first, ever since meeting her father on the outskirts, Mati had seen the city as a place of violence and mayhem. But it wasn’t entirely true, they were simply free lands and allowed for those who wanted to, a hiding place from the rest of the packs. All the buildings served as the perfect getaway if one looked for a nook or cranny to disappear into. Just as Haven was once done. But after meeting the Inferni wolfess Rikka, Mati saw the city in a different, yet hazy and confusing, light. She had been able to run home from that experience and sleep off the mild drug, only to wake and wonder if what she thought happened was what really did occur. The memory was still hazy, and left Mati wishing to push the thought aside and focus entirely on the very distracting task at hand.
Her friend would be amazed, of so she hoped at the things that they would wind in the once “mega hardware store”. Anything and everything that one would need to repair the world was located here, though Mati often found herself lost among the vast aisles and uncountable objects. She couldn’t figure the purpose of half of the things, but with a little imagination she could conjure up something. The two managed to get beyond the doorway without cutting any toes or slicing any paws (though Mati figured that somewhere there would be a first aid kit among the constructive collage of supplies, though they were likely to bled to death before finding it). And iolet eyes blinked against the dim light and looked into the monstrous open building.
Where to begin?
By Erin<33