I keep on messing with your head
You keep on messing up my bed
You keep on messing up my bed
Sometimes, Raelyn liked to go for a run.
But she hated running as a human: it was boring, and she was slow, and there was nothing to keep her attention. So she ran as a wolf, her paws padding almost silently against the ground, the scents of her surroundings filling her nose, her ears flicking this way and that to catch the slightest sounds. On this particular day, she ran in the Outer Brambles, following luxere trails through the dense brush as she pushed herself onward. It wasn't the easiest place to run, but she'd always liked a challenge, and there was enough here to keep her interest.
Such as, for example, little red riding hood.
It was the startled curse that had Rae's ear twitching towards the woman, and then the scent of fire turned her nose; the Attuned bounded through the brush towards the scent, concern coloring her thoughts. Had someone set fire to the forest? But no - upon reaching the source of the noises and smells, Rae saw a woman holding a basket of apples (or, at least, what had been a basket of apples) and a disappearing flinthopper. It didn't take long to realize what had happened.
Transforming gracefully into her human form, Rae ran a hand through her long hair and called a greeting to the other woman. "Hello!" she said, eyeing the flames. "Are you alright?"
But she hated running as a human: it was boring, and she was slow, and there was nothing to keep her attention. So she ran as a wolf, her paws padding almost silently against the ground, the scents of her surroundings filling her nose, her ears flicking this way and that to catch the slightest sounds. On this particular day, she ran in the Outer Brambles, following luxere trails through the dense brush as she pushed herself onward. It wasn't the easiest place to run, but she'd always liked a challenge, and there was enough here to keep her interest.
Such as, for example, little red riding hood.
It was the startled curse that had Rae's ear twitching towards the woman, and then the scent of fire turned her nose; the Attuned bounded through the brush towards the scent, concern coloring her thoughts. Had someone set fire to the forest? But no - upon reaching the source of the noises and smells, Rae saw a woman holding a basket of apples (or, at least, what had been a basket of apples) and a disappearing flinthopper. It didn't take long to realize what had happened.
Transforming gracefully into her human form, Rae ran a hand through her long hair and called a greeting to the other woman. "Hello!" she said, eyeing the flames. "Are you alright?"
I feel like we're two stoners, two loners
Who keep on forgetting everything they've said
Who keep on forgetting everything they've said
Raelyn
