Krissy was wandering in an empty field, lonely but still happy. Tall grass brushed her flanks as she moved swiftly through it, tickling her. The sky was clear which was always a sight, but the sun was beating down on her back, making her look for shelter more urgently. She spotted a tree in the distance, and made her way towards it. Bounding up the branches and settling half way up, she yawned. She stared at the trunk of the tree, silently waiting.
OOC: no offense to you, Sky, if you're reading this XD Val's on her way to being drunk and gets pissy sometimes :C
As Valinta wandered around, her oddly customary bottle of alcohol in hand, she happened upon a small field. The tall grasses waved in the warm breeze, and the sun shone down on them, making the flaxen color appear a burnished gold. It was a lovely sight, one that the woman could cherish forever if she wasn't in the mood she was in. As of late though, she had found herself in more and more of those moods, craving her wine or vodka, wanting to move around. Perhaps it was for the best she was aloner and hadn't bothered with joining a pack yet; her behavior was not the kind her other pack members would appreciate.
Scoffing, the ebony-furred female took a swig of the wine she carted with her as she trounced through the grass towards a solitary tree. With her dark fur, it was a terrible day for just being outside, let alone while drinking alcohol that slowly and steadily dehydrated her. As she walked towards the tree -- slowly, no urgency in her pace -- Valinta thought about Sky and Gunnar. They weren't pack mates and they didn't appreciate her behavior. Her son had decided that he would run away whenever he saw her with alcohol, and Sky, traitorous creature, she was condoning it!
Settling herself down in the welcome coolness of shade, the woman watched a small mouse nosing it's way around the ground. Deciding to do her good deed for the day, she poured some of the wine onto the ground. "I'll share with you, little mouse.." she said slowly, just at the point where she might begin to slur her speech. Letting her eyes drift shut, she took in the scents of the field, the mouse, the wine -- oh, the wine! -- the breeze and the grass. It was lovely, scent and sound and sight.
The sun moved noticeably in the sky before Krissy woke up, what was before early morning was now midday. She dreamed of the past, of Fred, her brother, of her parents she hadn't seen in a long time. She dreamed of her sisters, Danii and Elise, and of Smudge, the bulky black killer. There wasn't much she could remember from them, but just the thought was enough.
Krissy was suddenly hit by hunger pains, it wasn't often she needed to eat. When she did, she had to hunt for her food. She made a single leap from the tree into the tall grass of the field, smashing it under her agile body. She smelt around for trails of mice. Picking up a trail, she followed it for several yards until she realized what is before her. The smell was rare, slightly foul, but sweet, she switched and followed this scent instead. She slanted her path to the right and slunk several more yards through the tall grass to come upon a rare sight.
A female Luperci, black furred, a bottle in one hand. How had she not seen her from the tree? The tree was clearly visible from this point in the field. Krissy moves close to the Luperci, only a few feet away from her. Krissy crouched and stalked the Luperci, waiting for it to notice, or not notice her.
