Post by sasha on Dec 4, 2009 12:14:19 GMT -5
The early morning sun shone brightly through a misshapen wooden plank roof. The dead grass crunched under the slight movements of the female that resided under the misshapen home. Small fingers curled tightly into the decaying ground, dirt lodging its way under barely long finger nails. The grumble that fell from the female’s lips was muffled by the arm that her face laid on – the comfortable confines of a men’s button down shirt muting the noise ever so slightly. A small spot of drool could be felt under her cheek, a mild annoyance in the otherwise perfect moment. The she wolf could feel her tight muscles heating up, loosening as she stretched her converse clad feet into a strangely elegant pointed line. Waking up was possibly Sasha’s favorite thing to do other than go to sleep or hunt.
With slow movements, the female twisted and turned her body until she was lying comfortably on her back, an easier position to shimmy out from under her occasional but roughly made home. The chill that came with the glorious light from the sun was enough to make her finally open her eyes – which ended up still being a slow process. Her eyebrows quirked, arching high as she attempted to pry her sleepy eyes open. Next followed the flutter of her long, delicate lashes and the inevitable crease at the corner of her eyes as the first hint of golden brown was revealed. A slow and easy smile filled the plump cupid’s bow of her lip out nicely which turned into an immediate yawn. The she wolf’s mouth opened wide, straight white teeth showing brilliantly against the healthy pink of her gums and tongue – which was curling like a pleased puppy after a quick nap. A happy sigh exited her opened mouth before she snapped her teeth shut; an audible and frightening snap which vaguely reminded her of the crunching bones in an unlucky rabbit neck – possibly a different animal if she was in an adventurous mood.
The thoughts of hunting and snapping the necks of helpless animals obviously meant that Sasha was hungry – something easily fixed by any normal wolf. But she was feeling a little on the lazy side as she moved her arms, slowly, above her head in another stretch. This particular one ran the length of her spine, bowing her back enough for her taut belly to graze the top of her “home’s” roof. Another contended sigh left her lips as she began wriggling her way out of the makeshift house. Once she was finally out but still lying on the ground, she looked around to make sure the area was safe before she stood. Though she didn’t care if any one being was around her, her instincts always told her to check to see if any big bad guys were lurking around the area. She couldn’t see anything near her, but she caught the faint scent of another body somewhere near and wondered if the being would pop by to visit. “Highly unlikely,” she muttered to herself, the normal Russian accent in her voice dampened by the shroud of sleep. But silently she wondered if anyone would speak with her today, be near her, play like two lost puppies though she was physically and mentally beyond that. Wondered if they would hunt with her, maybe. Maybe…
With slow movements, the female twisted and turned her body until she was lying comfortably on her back, an easier position to shimmy out from under her occasional but roughly made home. The chill that came with the glorious light from the sun was enough to make her finally open her eyes – which ended up still being a slow process. Her eyebrows quirked, arching high as she attempted to pry her sleepy eyes open. Next followed the flutter of her long, delicate lashes and the inevitable crease at the corner of her eyes as the first hint of golden brown was revealed. A slow and easy smile filled the plump cupid’s bow of her lip out nicely which turned into an immediate yawn. The she wolf’s mouth opened wide, straight white teeth showing brilliantly against the healthy pink of her gums and tongue – which was curling like a pleased puppy after a quick nap. A happy sigh exited her opened mouth before she snapped her teeth shut; an audible and frightening snap which vaguely reminded her of the crunching bones in an unlucky rabbit neck – possibly a different animal if she was in an adventurous mood.
The thoughts of hunting and snapping the necks of helpless animals obviously meant that Sasha was hungry – something easily fixed by any normal wolf. But she was feeling a little on the lazy side as she moved her arms, slowly, above her head in another stretch. This particular one ran the length of her spine, bowing her back enough for her taut belly to graze the top of her “home’s” roof. Another contended sigh left her lips as she began wriggling her way out of the makeshift house. Once she was finally out but still lying on the ground, she looked around to make sure the area was safe before she stood. Though she didn’t care if any one being was around her, her instincts always told her to check to see if any big bad guys were lurking around the area. She couldn’t see anything near her, but she caught the faint scent of another body somewhere near and wondered if the being would pop by to visit. “Highly unlikely,” she muttered to herself, the normal Russian accent in her voice dampened by the shroud of sleep. But silently she wondered if anyone would speak with her today, be near her, play like two lost puppies though she was physically and mentally beyond that. Wondered if they would hunt with her, maybe. Maybe…