Post by Kitty on Aug 23, 2008 1:39:01 GMT -5
Amber eyes fluttered open in the early morning sunlight. Allowing her eyes to close again, her body relaxed and she could feel herself drifting back into sleep... The warmth of the sun showering through the leafy den, and the soft, almost velet-like touch of the moss under her deep red fur was so inviting... But she couldn't fall into it, opening her eyes again, she let them adjust to the light, her pupils shrinking, the dark orange fading into a bright yellow then a light, crystal amber around the edges. Stepping to her undersized, dark brown paws, permanently unsheathed claws just barely scrapping against the ground, she first stretched her tall, slender front legs, then her hind ones. She padded out through the arched branches with thorn covered vines twisting around them, and out into the forest. A sharp breeze whipped through her fur, ruffling it all over. Lifting her thin, pointed muzzle to the hair, she closed her eyes and felt the wind rush through her body, sending chills up her spine and down her legs. Her bushy, white-tipped tail swept against the earth, swaying everso slightly to the left, along with her oversized, black tipped, bat-like ears.
Opening her eyes, she inhaled deeply, holding the breath for a few seconds, before releasing it again, and bounding off through the trees. She could see the trees begining to thin, and her ears picked up the slightest sounds of car engines and tires against asphault. Still, the image of the small town outside the forest was out of view. It was time. In a split second, she shifted. Her front legs became arms, paws turning into hands and feet, and she was on two legs before you could blink. Her breaths were steady and even, as she spotted the clothes draped upon a low hanging branch of a tree up ahead. Grabbing them as she passed, she slipped her arms through the sleeves, slowing down a bit to tie the long strips of cloth just under her chest. She quickly wrapped and tied the thin layer of matching cloth around her waist. Deep, wavy, crimson hair flowed down to her lowerback, and she looked at the world around her from the same amber eyes as her vixen-form. She was walking now, and her pale skin was already shining, slightly damp everywhere you could see. Around her face, along her arms, down her legs and across her torso, from her ribs down to her boney hips that peeked out just above the make-shift skirt she wore; that swayed near her ankles on the right, but lifted on the left at the top of her thigh, under her hip where it binded around the tight double knot.
She ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it off her face, just for it to fall back into place over her ears and cheeks. A few more steps and she was standing on the sidewalk beside main street; which consisted of a few clothing shops, two or three restaraunts and some other random stores she didn't care to know or remember the names of. Continuing down the sidewalk, she counted the blocks before turning and pushing through the swinging doors of the ice cream shop. A rush of cool air swarmed around her, and she supressed a sigh of relief before throwing herself into a booth to catch her breath.
Feeling the eyes of question burning on her neck, she rolled her eyes and smirked, not caring to turn around and see how many people were staring at her this time. Yes, she knew she looked different to them, dressed in tighed cloth that barely covered her naturally, yet unusually pale skin. And her hair was so deep red, it looked as if it were dyed. She desprately needed to shop for new clothes, but no one would take her in for a job looking like this. So why was she even here in the first place? It was the 'immortal world'. Well, because she likes to think like this; What's the point of being part human when you can't live like one? This was around the third of forth time she'd tried venturing out into the human world. And each time she'd gotten the same results. She'd have to try going about this in a different direction... She couldn't just keep running away and living alone. She was sick of it, she was sick of not fulfilling her goals. Someone had once told her that she could do anything, and she felt ashamed for begining to believe that she couldn't. So she was going to make this work. How? She didn't have a clue. But she definitely wasn't going to give up. Not after years of observing humans and learning their language and ways of life. She wasn't going to let this side of her waste away and continue to be kept hidden in the shadows.