When worlds collide

Taylor Hayes · 07-30-2011, 05:05 PM

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WC:733+ - Located at highway 103, then in the trenches and then by the ocean ^^ Butt in however and wherever and sorry for huge post. Haz me too much Taylor muse xD

The concrete like substance that formed what the humans referred to as a ‘road’ seemed to never end, neither did the feel of being surrounded by nothing; which was a good thing, for if there was nothing then there would be nowhere for threats to hide… accept behind the odd standard decaying car… skeletons… over grown weeds… She sighed heavily, tiring of her own nonsense and the insanity and ridiculous paranoia that the seemingly empty area brought out of her. She raised a hand and placed it upon her hip, tapping a random tune with a finger upon her hip, her eyes glaring up at the blazing sun that seemed to be attempting to cook her alive. Turning sharply from where she stood, the red head drifted from the road and moved lightly across the scorching ground.

With each brisk step her daggers clacked and bumped around against her trousers; attached and tied around her thigh with leather strips so that they were always on her body and easily accessible. A distance off a sharp light hit her eyes, a reflection indicating that a shiny object lay ahead. Grinning like a fool she skipped over to where the white light had come from to reach her temporary home; a car shell carefully located within the rocky hills and hidden by the shadows cast there, plus the metal frame was covered in a large dark sheet, which coincidently kept the thing somewhat cool inside.

This place was and had been her haven since coming to the area, it had taken her some effort to drag the metal frame and remove all the unnecessary parts, but with pelts scattered inside and the boot as locked storage she couldn’t complain. Ducking under the sheet she relaxed and eased into the comforting and cooler area, allowing herself to sleep through the worst of the days heat.

As the sun began to sink she slide out from her car turned home and traipsed down to where the land met the ocean. The trenches and its hills allowed her to somewhat hide her home and being located near the Atlantic ocean was a real benefit. After spending awhile snooping and scouting the area out she had confirmed that next to no one was about come night time which allowed her to go clean herself away from judgemental eyes.

Personally, she cared little of others opinions on her lifestyle choices and especially their views on how she behave and presented herself, but never would she allow another to see her in her most natural state without her white bandages and trousers. Considering how some canines went without clothing, such a notion was ridiculous and a weakness of hers, but her body betrayed her and labelled her as female and thus weak and helpless, which she was not. She was strong and self dependent; she can play the part of a male and make other fear her as she fights. That was who she was on the inside.

Reaching the waters edge, she scanned the area before removing the bandages across her chest and then her trousers. After allowing herself to relax and bathe she emerged and allowed the lowering sun and its heat to somewhat dry her coat before she slipped grabbed her trousers and washed them in the water. Move time passed and night fell, allowing time for her trousers to dry and when they did she slipped them back on. Shoving the white bandages into her used backpack she pulled out some clean ones and began untangling them and preparing them to put on.

Say upon the ground and with little light, the simple task of untangling strips of material took longer than it probably should and frustration began to bubble within her; if she wasn’t so obsessed with hiding her chest she would have long given up on the task, but she had to put them on at some point. “Oh for gods sake, bloody pieces of crap, I swear down you flippin choose ya moments ta get tangled up” she glared at the white strips as if they would answer her. When no reply came she scrunched them up and threw them to the ground. Now pouting, she allowed herself to sulk for a moment, sure that no one would find her there, especially in the dark and thus there was no rush to cover up.

Image courtesy of law_keven@Flickr; table by the Mentors!

Saluce Tremblay · 08-01-2011, 10:53 PM

The great lumbering man had no damn idea why he was down here, why he was walking around on four legs instead of two and why he had decided to travel south. But where his horse and armor provided protection this decision provided stealth to him. He had heard of a castle somewhere in this area, with his interest peeked and with the proposition of maybe finding something useful he had made the long trip.

He could smell the sea where he stood, his big form looking around without fear. Saluce always considered himself the apex predator, and alpha in all meetings now when it came to meeting people outside of any pack lands. So he acted accordingly, his stance and the way he walked spoke of such things. Sure and confident, an alpha without a legion under his command, a leader without the people to lead, but he didn't care, solitary life had afforded him the privilege of not having to listen to some high and mighty alpha who had none of the necessary skills to lead.

Ears perked up high a top of his head, he had been tracking a peculiar scent for sometime now, his nose never lied when it came to other canines and their scents. This time he had got the impression he was tracking a solitary female. Sometimes he had been fooled but today he knew better, this wolf had been around for a bit, and he was encroaching on her territory after all, so his ears stood pert listening for the prey he was interested in seeing.

A loud obnoxious voice drifted up from the cliffs he sat a top, icy hues stoically turned to look down at the offending wolf who carried such a interesting accent. He had heard it before and it reminded him of something he had tried to remember since leaving England. Sounded harsh, somewhat English, somewhat something else. But his eyes continued to study her, noticing how she was fumbling with a bandage of some sort. It was easy for him to see her femininity right now, not knowing of how those bandages where used or how she carried herself so it was no surprise that he gingerly leap down the cascade of rocks onto the rocky shore before announcing himself proper.

“Good evening, Peculiar accent you have there.” his accent still has soft traces of the French he used to speak. He sat on his haunches rather purposefully, again he was always arrogant these days.

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