Post by Crimson on Jan 27, 2014 1:04:48 GMT
((ooc: thread intended for Athena only.))
Cara crouched near the edge of the road, her pure white coat blending in with the snow that dusted the street and draped the cracked sidewalk with a thin white blanket. Her dusty gray-violet eyes were fixed intently on the corner of the street, tail just brushing the snow, ears low, as if she was stalking prey.
Suddenly, there was a flash of movement. A long black-and-white vehicle pulled around the corner and came cruising casually toward her, back pipes producing steam in lazy ash-colored clouds. As it came nearer, she tensed and lowered herself even further, her own fear-scent stifling in the crisp winter air as she watched it pass with wide eyes. This beast of metal was so much larger than Vince had described them as. Perhaps he had been trying to prevent her from fearing them so that she could muster up the courage to get close to one and snag some of the food that he'd told her he'd seen being cast from the side windows. She wouldn't be surprised if it was true; he could be manipulative of her sometimes, and although she didn't like it, she didn't complain.
Once the bus had faded from side, the slender white wolf crept forward cautiously, sniffing along the curb of the street slowly. Sure enough, after doing a thorough sweep of the expanse of curb in front of her and then turning and searching the half of the street that had been behind her, she discovered a wad of paper that smelled strongly of meat. After tearing away the crinkly paper, Cara was delighted to discover a few strips of chicken inside. Her tail wagged, and her drooping ears raised immediately. Vince, you're a genius! She marveled, tearing into the meat and savoring every last mouthful. The food was cold and tasted a little artificial, but she had gotten used to 'artificial' by now, and she wasn't about to complain.
Only after she'd swallowed the last morsel did she remember Vince.
"Oh, you idiot!" she said to herself out loud, scraping her claws on the pavement. "You scatter-brained, good-for-nothing..." Amid her hunger and joy of having finally found something to eat, she'd forgotten to save some for her own brother, who needed it far more than she had, what with his injury and all. Idiotidiotidiotidiotidiot, she called herself, releasing a long sigh. The beautiful white canine took a moment, drew herself up, and marched back to the place where she'd crouched before to wait for another bus to come ambling along, promising herself that this time she wouldn't take a bite until he'd eaten his fill.
But.
The scent of dog drifted past her nose, and Cara bolted upright mid-stride. Okay, think, she told herself, pushing down panic. Remember what he told you... make like you're strong and ready to defend yourself, look tough. That would be kind of hard to do, given her current, weakened state. Not that in full health, she was all that strong, anyway. Nevertheless, Cara drew herself up and tried to look threatening, searching her surroundings for the source of the scent hastily. But what if they're like Carlton? They could be nice, and I don't want to be mean to them if they are... Unsure, the slender female's tail quivered as she raised her chin, trying her best to look strong and imposing. Her voice came out quieter than she'd intended.
"Hello? Is... is someone out there?"
Cara crouched near the edge of the road, her pure white coat blending in with the snow that dusted the street and draped the cracked sidewalk with a thin white blanket. Her dusty gray-violet eyes were fixed intently on the corner of the street, tail just brushing the snow, ears low, as if she was stalking prey.
Suddenly, there was a flash of movement. A long black-and-white vehicle pulled around the corner and came cruising casually toward her, back pipes producing steam in lazy ash-colored clouds. As it came nearer, she tensed and lowered herself even further, her own fear-scent stifling in the crisp winter air as she watched it pass with wide eyes. This beast of metal was so much larger than Vince had described them as. Perhaps he had been trying to prevent her from fearing them so that she could muster up the courage to get close to one and snag some of the food that he'd told her he'd seen being cast from the side windows. She wouldn't be surprised if it was true; he could be manipulative of her sometimes, and although she didn't like it, she didn't complain.
Once the bus had faded from side, the slender white wolf crept forward cautiously, sniffing along the curb of the street slowly. Sure enough, after doing a thorough sweep of the expanse of curb in front of her and then turning and searching the half of the street that had been behind her, she discovered a wad of paper that smelled strongly of meat. After tearing away the crinkly paper, Cara was delighted to discover a few strips of chicken inside. Her tail wagged, and her drooping ears raised immediately. Vince, you're a genius! She marveled, tearing into the meat and savoring every last mouthful. The food was cold and tasted a little artificial, but she had gotten used to 'artificial' by now, and she wasn't about to complain.
Only after she'd swallowed the last morsel did she remember Vince.
"Oh, you idiot!" she said to herself out loud, scraping her claws on the pavement. "You scatter-brained, good-for-nothing..." Amid her hunger and joy of having finally found something to eat, she'd forgotten to save some for her own brother, who needed it far more than she had, what with his injury and all. Idiotidiotidiotidiotidiot, she called herself, releasing a long sigh. The beautiful white canine took a moment, drew herself up, and marched back to the place where she'd crouched before to wait for another bus to come ambling along, promising herself that this time she wouldn't take a bite until he'd eaten his fill.
But.
The scent of dog drifted past her nose, and Cara bolted upright mid-stride. Okay, think, she told herself, pushing down panic. Remember what he told you... make like you're strong and ready to defend yourself, look tough. That would be kind of hard to do, given her current, weakened state. Not that in full health, she was all that strong, anyway. Nevertheless, Cara drew herself up and tried to look threatening, searching her surroundings for the source of the scent hastily. But what if they're like Carlton? They could be nice, and I don't want to be mean to them if they are... Unsure, the slender female's tail quivered as she raised her chin, trying her best to look strong and imposing. Her voice came out quieter than she'd intended.
"Hello? Is... is someone out there?"
