Post by celestina on Dec 29, 2009 0:05:15 GMT -5
The waves licked the edge of the beach. The tide was low, hardly rolling up on the sands. The sand was still warm from the sun it had absorbed. The air was cool from winter’s oppression. The water held an icy chill to it as most bodies of water did with winter making its appearance. The beach wasn’t the best place now.
However, Celestina wasn’t one to follow normality. The she-wolf sat in the sand, a few feet away from the cold wet sand. Behind her, a large rock held up her head. Head was inclined to look at the sky. It was splotchy with clouds and the crescent moon was high in the sky. Celestina’s eyes closed for a second, relishing the relaxing moment.
The wolf within her had had its glory just a few days ago running free. Therefore, the wolf was not scratching to get out. She had slipped from Jerome’s ever-watchful eye which caused even more stress to roll off her shoulders. It was just her and a clear mind. Celestina thought this would be easier to achieve since the world had been trying to come back from the apocalypse, but it was actually extremely difficult.
Bright brown orbs opened to look at the sky and then shifted to look at the sea. For once, the self-centered femme did not care about her clothes. The deep purple sweater spoiled with grains of sand as she sat in the sand. The slinky sweater hung from Celestina’s slender, but well toned shoulders and fell to her knees. The cream leggings Celestina wore suffered a little less than the dark fabric, but were not flawless of dirt smudges. The shoes she had worn sat on her left side, allowing her bare feet to be exposed to the cool air.
The beach breeze kicked up, caressing whatever was in its path. Celestina tilted her chin up allowing the cool air to run along her jaw line and down her neck. The breeze caught a few locks of brunette strands and whipped them lightly around her face. Celestina’s only response was a content sigh.
She missed having time just to think and have a clear head. Usually, she was tense and unable to think straight. The wolf within her scratching and biting wanting to be release and it took a toll on her body to keep the beast as locked up as she did. Celestina also had serious trust issues that wouldn’t allow her any closeness to her pack comrades. The only one she could consider “close” to her was Jerome. Her nose curled at the thought. She knew Jerome meant well, but most of the time he caught her in awful moods which only made her annoyed with him.
The femme came out of her thoughts upon hearing the sands shift. Someone was walking upon them. She did not really stress at who was coming near her. A human wouldn’t harm her or another werewolf for that matter. Most of the vampires were captured and they roamed the city if not, looking for food. And the wicked angels she heard so much about wouldn’t allow themselves to be heard by an enemy. Celestina did not even flinch or tense upon hearing footsteps coming near her.
However, Celestina wasn’t one to follow normality. The she-wolf sat in the sand, a few feet away from the cold wet sand. Behind her, a large rock held up her head. Head was inclined to look at the sky. It was splotchy with clouds and the crescent moon was high in the sky. Celestina’s eyes closed for a second, relishing the relaxing moment.
The wolf within her had had its glory just a few days ago running free. Therefore, the wolf was not scratching to get out. She had slipped from Jerome’s ever-watchful eye which caused even more stress to roll off her shoulders. It was just her and a clear mind. Celestina thought this would be easier to achieve since the world had been trying to come back from the apocalypse, but it was actually extremely difficult.
Bright brown orbs opened to look at the sky and then shifted to look at the sea. For once, the self-centered femme did not care about her clothes. The deep purple sweater spoiled with grains of sand as she sat in the sand. The slinky sweater hung from Celestina’s slender, but well toned shoulders and fell to her knees. The cream leggings Celestina wore suffered a little less than the dark fabric, but were not flawless of dirt smudges. The shoes she had worn sat on her left side, allowing her bare feet to be exposed to the cool air.
The beach breeze kicked up, caressing whatever was in its path. Celestina tilted her chin up allowing the cool air to run along her jaw line and down her neck. The breeze caught a few locks of brunette strands and whipped them lightly around her face. Celestina’s only response was a content sigh.
She missed having time just to think and have a clear head. Usually, she was tense and unable to think straight. The wolf within her scratching and biting wanting to be release and it took a toll on her body to keep the beast as locked up as she did. Celestina also had serious trust issues that wouldn’t allow her any closeness to her pack comrades. The only one she could consider “close” to her was Jerome. Her nose curled at the thought. She knew Jerome meant well, but most of the time he caught her in awful moods which only made her annoyed with him.
The femme came out of her thoughts upon hearing the sands shift. Someone was walking upon them. She did not really stress at who was coming near her. A human wouldn’t harm her or another werewolf for that matter. Most of the vampires were captured and they roamed the city if not, looking for food. And the wicked angels she heard so much about wouldn’t allow themselves to be heard by an enemy. Celestina did not even flinch or tense upon hearing footsteps coming near her.