03-05-2012, 07:43 PM
(ooc-Set in greater halifax, along the more densely packed portion of the city, downtown to be more exact. She is wearing her normal top and belt with her usual.))
The trip had been exhausting, ever limb, every nerve ending, every little spec of hair follicle in her body ached. Being cooped up in a boat for a month or so had been a practice in patience and overcoming her immense boredom. After landing along the shores, she had done what she had always done when she had a huge amount of bound up energy; she had struck out, letting her long legs carry her along with the wind itself. Her travel companions had shouted at her with excited and worried gasps, never once considering her able to do anything beyond cook and clean. While she may have carried on those duties with smiles and gracious bows as expected of a lady she however was not. As soon as they had come to shore she had gotten rid of the dresses and skirts she had adorned while traveling, her leather top and belt where retrieved and her lithe form danced along the wooden boat, each step landing and then setting off again, before making the leap off and onto the dock. She landed on a pilling, her balance showing as she slowly stood before making off once again.
There was no need for the femme to continue to keep up appearances in a foreign land, not when her single mission was to retrieve her long lost brother. Her tail swished along her back compensating for her balance. Each long stride brought her further away from the hated sea and farther into the wilderness where her feral more primal nature come out to play. But it wasn’t long before signs of humanity once again came across her vision. Like a month drawn to the flame she proceeded, having lived for the most part of her life in human dwellings and under human political systems.
The sprawling dead town came to view and she instantly started looking for something to ease her mind, the soft overtones of the night where starting to cast their shadows even as she straightened up and began to saunter along the streets. The assassin’s head held itself high on her shoulders, green iris’s scanning the discarded streets for signs of life. Tonight she wanted to do something very un-lady like, socialize with the underground, run around in the filth, to surround herself with vermin and feel at home in the darkness. For her true nature was just that, unclean, much more at home drinking and fighting in bars than sitting peacefully with hands clasped waiting on some oafish Alpha to grace her with his presence.
It was one such haunt that she found herself entering, her confident stride walking amongst the canines that traversed what looked like a only temporary establishment. Confident greens scanned the occupants, making sure to give her body a more exaggerated sway, having nothing to trade for drinks, it would be much easier to goad others into buying her some. Those greens settled on an imposing man, taller than even her brother, and a devilish little grin spread across her face. It had been after all a long time since she had flirted with anyone worthy of her. The sailors where all small and meaningless, even the captain had tried but his advances had been cut short.
“Why hello there Mister,” she cooed, propping her head along the bar with an elbow. Making sure to expose as much of herself as possible.
The trip had been exhausting, ever limb, every nerve ending, every little spec of hair follicle in her body ached. Being cooped up in a boat for a month or so had been a practice in patience and overcoming her immense boredom. After landing along the shores, she had done what she had always done when she had a huge amount of bound up energy; she had struck out, letting her long legs carry her along with the wind itself. Her travel companions had shouted at her with excited and worried gasps, never once considering her able to do anything beyond cook and clean. While she may have carried on those duties with smiles and gracious bows as expected of a lady she however was not. As soon as they had come to shore she had gotten rid of the dresses and skirts she had adorned while traveling, her leather top and belt where retrieved and her lithe form danced along the wooden boat, each step landing and then setting off again, before making the leap off and onto the dock. She landed on a pilling, her balance showing as she slowly stood before making off once again.
There was no need for the femme to continue to keep up appearances in a foreign land, not when her single mission was to retrieve her long lost brother. Her tail swished along her back compensating for her balance. Each long stride brought her further away from the hated sea and farther into the wilderness where her feral more primal nature come out to play. But it wasn’t long before signs of humanity once again came across her vision. Like a month drawn to the flame she proceeded, having lived for the most part of her life in human dwellings and under human political systems.
The sprawling dead town came to view and she instantly started looking for something to ease her mind, the soft overtones of the night where starting to cast their shadows even as she straightened up and began to saunter along the streets. The assassin’s head held itself high on her shoulders, green iris’s scanning the discarded streets for signs of life. Tonight she wanted to do something very un-lady like, socialize with the underground, run around in the filth, to surround herself with vermin and feel at home in the darkness. For her true nature was just that, unclean, much more at home drinking and fighting in bars than sitting peacefully with hands clasped waiting on some oafish Alpha to grace her with his presence.
It was one such haunt that she found herself entering, her confident stride walking amongst the canines that traversed what looked like a only temporary establishment. Confident greens scanned the occupants, making sure to give her body a more exaggerated sway, having nothing to trade for drinks, it would be much easier to goad others into buying her some. Those greens settled on an imposing man, taller than even her brother, and a devilish little grin spread across her face. It had been after all a long time since she had flirted with anyone worthy of her. The sailors where all small and meaningless, even the captain had tried but his advances had been cut short.
“Why hello there Mister,” she cooed, propping her head along the bar with an elbow. Making sure to expose as much of herself as possible.
