03-23-2009, 02:12 PM
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Sisterly love. :B With some Simon & Garfunkel in there for you. Too bad Eddie Vedder is too recent. lol Pick a character, whoever you're in the mood for.
The weather was slowly getting warmer, which was just fine with the thin-coated Madison. The spring sun couldn’t come soon enough. But in these northern lands, the transition was agonizingly gradual—not like the sandy heat that came on with a vengeance. The heat had clung to her coat as if her darkness craved the light, but at least she had been used to that. The mottled Mexicans had offered her of their sparse water supply first and made room in the cactus shade. In return, the black Feh’yuri—one of only a few Luperci, and the only dark one of them all—vowed to grow strong and protect them, bring them prey out of the night, and give them daughters. Now she was in the wake of one broken promise, and she sat in a spot of sun, hoping it would seep through her clothing and warm her. “Durn cold’s freezin’ mah brains,” she muttered to herself.
So the optime stood up from her place—bigger than most females—and dusted off the snow. She resettled the straw cowboy hat between her ears and slung the loosely guitar-shaped bundle across her back that contained Charlotte. Maddie was careful with her—the instrument was her only friend these days. She pulled the plaid shirt closer around her to ward off the chill and started moving, hands deep in her pockets. After a few minutes, the motion pushed some blood into her cold limbs.
With all the complaining she did about the weather, one would think that the loner would have stuck to the southern end of the area and savored what few degrees of warmth she could get. However, the Vegas wolves hadn’t thought Madison Square particularly bright, and everyone who knew her would call her obstinate. It could have been a subconscious self-inflicted punishment for earlier crimes. Either way, the obsidian female had made her way from Serena Reserve and Ethereal Eclipse to the Sugarwoods. Not that she knew that. What she did know was that the trees here had a sweet smell foreign to her and in sharp contrast to the sand and spices that were embedded into her own scent. And, more importantly, there were no scent markers to indicate she had intruded on pack land. The soft Vegas males had kept away from the burly Black Feh’yuri so a fight really didn’t worry her, but having a whole pack after her did.
Maddie was content enough in the silence broken by her crunching footfalls and distant, intermittent birdsong. “An’ the vision that was planted in mah brain still remains within the soun’… of silence…”
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The weather was slowly getting warmer, which was just fine with the thin-coated Madison. The spring sun couldn’t come soon enough. But in these northern lands, the transition was agonizingly gradual—not like the sandy heat that came on with a vengeance. The heat had clung to her coat as if her darkness craved the light, but at least she had been used to that. The mottled Mexicans had offered her of their sparse water supply first and made room in the cactus shade. In return, the black Feh’yuri—one of only a few Luperci, and the only dark one of them all—vowed to grow strong and protect them, bring them prey out of the night, and give them daughters. Now she was in the wake of one broken promise, and she sat in a spot of sun, hoping it would seep through her clothing and warm her. “Durn cold’s freezin’ mah brains,” she muttered to herself.
So the optime stood up from her place—bigger than most females—and dusted off the snow. She resettled the straw cowboy hat between her ears and slung the loosely guitar-shaped bundle across her back that contained Charlotte. Maddie was careful with her—the instrument was her only friend these days. She pulled the plaid shirt closer around her to ward off the chill and started moving, hands deep in her pockets. After a few minutes, the motion pushed some blood into her cold limbs.
With all the complaining she did about the weather, one would think that the loner would have stuck to the southern end of the area and savored what few degrees of warmth she could get. However, the Vegas wolves hadn’t thought Madison Square particularly bright, and everyone who knew her would call her obstinate. It could have been a subconscious self-inflicted punishment for earlier crimes. Either way, the obsidian female had made her way from Serena Reserve and Ethereal Eclipse to the Sugarwoods. Not that she knew that. What she did know was that the trees here had a sweet smell foreign to her and in sharp contrast to the sand and spices that were embedded into her own scent. And, more importantly, there were no scent markers to indicate she had intruded on pack land. The soft Vegas males had kept away from the burly Black Feh’yuri so a fight really didn’t worry her, but having a whole pack after her did.
Maddie was content enough in the silence broken by her crunching footfalls and distant, intermittent birdsong. “An’ the vision that was planted in mah brain still remains within the soun’… of silence…”