Post by sneezy on Feb 18, 2013 15:22:26 GMT -5
The newest oddity to stride into town sat cross-legged on the edge of the silent fountain, tapping away at her canteen and looking outward to the main drag before her. Sasha watched the people and cars skirt by, the usual traffic for the afternoon hours, but not so much as she had dreaded in the more populated cities she had been in. Still, the cars roared and the footfalls echoed in her eardrums, courtesy of the filling pool of moon that loomed hidden above her head in the dull sky. Fever had her wearing the minimal clothing of jeans and a tank, and even then sweat beaded her throat and began to soak at her sides.
This display of apathy towards the freezing weather caught more than one wide eye, and Sasha did little but offer her teeth to these stares, which quickly disolved or turned to glares in response. The prospect of being new in town had Sasha giddy, but lost on where to start. It didn't help that her senses had her distracted, unable to focus on the task at hand and instead making certain she didn't get the reflex of breathing confused with shedding her skin.
The cap of the canteen popped off with some expert movements, practiced for so long she didn't even look down as the container raised and poured it's contents down her throat. The feeling of swallowing a fireplace put off her need to walk on all fours for the moment, and she gave her head a good shake before twisting the canteen closed again. Unhooking her legs from under her, she dangled them on the edge of her seat and tipped her head back to watch the sky. She figured that with the scent of wolf so thick in this area that someone was bound to find her. Lone wolves were not left to their own devices for long, and she wasn't exactly avoiding being noticed.
This display of apathy towards the freezing weather caught more than one wide eye, and Sasha did little but offer her teeth to these stares, which quickly disolved or turned to glares in response. The prospect of being new in town had Sasha giddy, but lost on where to start. It didn't help that her senses had her distracted, unable to focus on the task at hand and instead making certain she didn't get the reflex of breathing confused with shedding her skin.
The cap of the canteen popped off with some expert movements, practiced for so long she didn't even look down as the container raised and poured it's contents down her throat. The feeling of swallowing a fireplace put off her need to walk on all fours for the moment, and she gave her head a good shake before twisting the canteen closed again. Unhooking her legs from under her, she dangled them on the edge of her seat and tipped her head back to watch the sky. She figured that with the scent of wolf so thick in this area that someone was bound to find her. Lone wolves were not left to their own devices for long, and she wasn't exactly avoiding being noticed.