Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2008 16:40:00 GMT -5
Isabeya felt the bike's purring engine slow and come to a halt beneath her. That was great, Love. She smiled and reluctantly, but swiftly, removed her hands from around the great wolf's waist and got off the bike. Hearing the engine cut out, she waited for her mate to get off and come with her. The Lycaness' mind raced with a mix of thoughts and new scents as she tousled her long, straight hair. Fixing it a bit with practiced nails, and finger-combing the wind-twisted strands, from two slightly-parted lips blew out a long and happy sigh. Her dark-wash jeans hugged her legs tightly, but her billowy silk shirt blew in the scent-bringing breeze. Her knee-high black boots turned to face the abandoned mall, and began walking. The amazing senses of the wolf inside her listened and scented, picking up Stramn's heartbeat, and hopefully his feet, following her. Scents of others of their kind whispered their presence in the woman's brain and acute nose. Male, Female, Alpha, Subordinate, Werebeast, All were there. Some were just a bit older than others.
Damn the war. It always caused unwelcome inconveniences. The doors were not quite good enough to get in, for this set was locked. That wouldn't stop a woman of her intellect from getting in, now would it? A skilled claw unlocked the chain around the door handles and it was flung aside. The metal jingled as it hit the pavement. Her eyes looked in to his as the Lycaness' pulse accelerated like the bike's engine had fifteen minutes before.
She sighed and tried to calm down. The sun had risen, and now bathed its world in the glowing red lights of dawn. After the night she had, the dawn felt like an enemy. I wonder what they'll think of me. The wolven female thought as she gently pulled open the metal door and stepped inside. I don't want to make the wrong impression, especially with the pack here. I can't be hunted by all breeds at once. A slightly-quivering hand found Stramn's as the woman stepped forward, only to be surprised by an onslaught of scents, all Were.
The old place looked fairly-well deserted, but a mound of furniture, no doubtedly the Alpha's stage, was spotted inside the gaping furniture store entrance. Clothing was strewn on the floors of the once high-end stores, and Jewelry was missing from its glass cases. Used shells littered the ground like shining shells on a beach, some dried with blood, others reeking of powder. So this is the meeting place? She asked, confidence growing back in her voice. The female stood still, taking in more than just the sights, but the many dozens of scents.
Damn the war. It always caused unwelcome inconveniences. The doors were not quite good enough to get in, for this set was locked. That wouldn't stop a woman of her intellect from getting in, now would it? A skilled claw unlocked the chain around the door handles and it was flung aside. The metal jingled as it hit the pavement. Her eyes looked in to his as the Lycaness' pulse accelerated like the bike's engine had fifteen minutes before.
She sighed and tried to calm down. The sun had risen, and now bathed its world in the glowing red lights of dawn. After the night she had, the dawn felt like an enemy. I wonder what they'll think of me. The wolven female thought as she gently pulled open the metal door and stepped inside. I don't want to make the wrong impression, especially with the pack here. I can't be hunted by all breeds at once. A slightly-quivering hand found Stramn's as the woman stepped forward, only to be surprised by an onslaught of scents, all Were.
The old place looked fairly-well deserted, but a mound of furniture, no doubtedly the Alpha's stage, was spotted inside the gaping furniture store entrance. Clothing was strewn on the floors of the once high-end stores, and Jewelry was missing from its glass cases. Used shells littered the ground like shining shells on a beach, some dried with blood, others reeking of powder. So this is the meeting place? She asked, confidence growing back in her voice. The female stood still, taking in more than just the sights, but the many dozens of scents.