Post by pinky on Jan 3, 2013 12:25:45 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/226038/summertime-stripes-pattern.jpg); width: 400px; height: 300px;padding:20px; border-top: 10px #6dc0dd solid; border-bottom: 10px #6dc0dd solid;] you didn't have to stoop so low have your friends collect your records and then change your number. hi Trying to force the rising panic in her down, Tala took another step towards the park. While she had arrived a few days ago, she hadn't really interacted with anyone (well, she had met a few people, but it wasn't really enough to quash her need to talk to people). And she had heard from her reliable source, and smelled from another reliable source, that there were quite a few werewolves in town. More than that, there were these new things called HUMANS. See, in Tala's mind, humans were like watered-down werewolves, and they couldn't even turn into a wolf. And some of these humans actually hunted werewolves like they were animals- yes, like they were animals. Alright, maybe they could turn into one, but it wasn't quite the same as having rabbit for dinner. Taking deep breaths, Tala stepped past the trees into the park that she had visited the other day. Walking over to a large tree, she leant against it and slid down the sides, feeling the scratchy bark on her back. People weren't coming up to her yet, so she closed her eyes and let her head fall back. Maybe the human-smell would go away soon enough, if she took in all the smells of the park. There was plastic, of a ball being chucked about... the grass that hadn't been cut in a while... the leaves that were falling ever so slowly... Converse wasn't such a bad place. As she watched people trickle by, she reflected on the sudden move to this place. Something had gone on, she knew that much... but just what had happened that was so bad? It wasn't like she was comfortable in her home, only having her family to talk to, getting beaten up willingly every couple of days, but she kind of missed the familiar place. Plus, she didn't think she'd get used to the human-smell very soon. But speaking of getting beaten up... she had taken another pounding yesterday. It seemed like the way her father and sister took out their frustrations was to take it out on her. Tala didn't mind, because she was training to be a better werewolf, but she didn't like the scratches down her arms. Or the bruises on her legs. And especially not that cut on her cheek. She sighed, bringing her knees up to her chest and trying not to think about sad things. tagged, cayden; word count, 403; outfit, here; notes, woohoo! your just somebody that i used to know |
say thanks to mrs. steve rogers @ caution 2.0
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