01-03-2010, 08:50 PM
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465 SSWM
No, but he does look like he is.
The smell was old, musky but nice. The mess of a bed had still retained much of it's dusty scent, but it had picked up the specific one that Strelein could tell was his own. He inhaled, taking it in. There was so much more to enjoy in this place, despite the slightly chiller atmosphere than Michigan. Truthfully, it had been cold there, but he had not lived close to the ocean, or really even too close to one of the huge lakes. He had seen it in his travel, but he had not been there in this season, but in the season of heat and humidity. Then, the water had been lovely and relaxing. Here the water had been cooling and entertaining, before the onslaught of the weather crashed into the area full force.
Strelein turned over to pull together a larger bundle of cloth that he had tried to make into a pillow of sorts. Arms wrapped tight around the thing, he managed to make an indent of sorts in the center of the pile, where he now lay. "Ah...this is the life,' he thought, grinning as he moistened his lips from the dryness in the room. If only he could laze about all the time, nary a care in the world. But he had to feed his hungering belly with breakfast, lunch even. Even then he would not be allowed to really lounge about like some carefree hippie. There was work he had to do. But that could wait another ten-twenty minutes.
Of course he jumped, to a degree, when he heard the loud thump against his glass and a slightly muffled call. An arm let go of the makeshift pillow to pull back the ragged green blanket from over the male's head. Strelein peeked out cautiously, wondering if someone had tossed a snowball to get his attention, or if a shingle from the roof had fallen and simply made a loud noise. "Leroy?" he voiced out loud, still a bit too quiet for the wolf outside, probably on a ladder - actually, it was not that high up - or something, to really hear.Pushing off the mass of warmth gingerly - he was rather reluctant to part with it - Strel rose, tossing the pillow into the indent.
Why was Leroy by the window like that? Was he trying to be creepy and spy on people? No, that did no sound remotely like the husky. Shaking his colorful head, the younger male came to the glass window. He fumbled with the latch, having never bothered to open it before. Then, sliding it up to open, he sent a glare at the black and white dog. "What do you want, Leroy? And what are you doing outside my room?"
No, but he does look like he is.
The smell was old, musky but nice. The mess of a bed had still retained much of it's dusty scent, but it had picked up the specific one that Strelein could tell was his own. He inhaled, taking it in. There was so much more to enjoy in this place, despite the slightly chiller atmosphere than Michigan. Truthfully, it had been cold there, but he had not lived close to the ocean, or really even too close to one of the huge lakes. He had seen it in his travel, but he had not been there in this season, but in the season of heat and humidity. Then, the water had been lovely and relaxing. Here the water had been cooling and entertaining, before the onslaught of the weather crashed into the area full force.
Strelein turned over to pull together a larger bundle of cloth that he had tried to make into a pillow of sorts. Arms wrapped tight around the thing, he managed to make an indent of sorts in the center of the pile, where he now lay. "Ah...this is the life,' he thought, grinning as he moistened his lips from the dryness in the room. If only he could laze about all the time, nary a care in the world. But he had to feed his hungering belly with breakfast, lunch even. Even then he would not be allowed to really lounge about like some carefree hippie. There was work he had to do. But that could wait another ten-twenty minutes.
Of course he jumped, to a degree, when he heard the loud thump against his glass and a slightly muffled call. An arm let go of the makeshift pillow to pull back the ragged green blanket from over the male's head. Strelein peeked out cautiously, wondering if someone had tossed a snowball to get his attention, or if a shingle from the roof had fallen and simply made a loud noise. "Leroy?" he voiced out loud, still a bit too quiet for the wolf outside, probably on a ladder - actually, it was not that high up - or something, to really hear.Pushing off the mass of warmth gingerly - he was rather reluctant to part with it - Strel rose, tossing the pillow into the indent.
Why was Leroy by the window like that? Was he trying to be creepy and spy on people? No, that did no sound remotely like the husky. Shaking his colorful head, the younger male came to the glass window. He fumbled with the latch, having never bothered to open it before. Then, sliding it up to open, he sent a glare at the black and white dog. "What do you want, Leroy? And what are you doing outside my room?"