Post by Meridien on Nov 17, 2007 16:26:05 GMT -5
The desolate, barren wasteland seemed to be the most unpredictable of places that she had ever arrived in. Forget the Junkyard, with its rows of rusting scrap metal, and so-called gangs that were skinny and underfed yet acted all tough. Being partly vivid pink was not the greatest of advantages, let alone here, of all places. She stood out like a... bright pink beacon. No wonder there was about five magpies circling overhead.
Her lips pursed grimly as she padded across the malnourished terrain, the dry earth cracking beneath her feet. Ugly landscapes like this just made you want to randomly start digging a hole to make it uglier, and also perhaps if you dug deep enough, to hide it from view. Her very presence seemed to make it unattractive, the brightness of her coat emphasizing the fact that she very clearly didn't belong here. Then again, pink didn't really belong anywhere.
Pale yellow eyes scoured the scenery with distaste, searching for any intelligent-looking being such as herself. For once, she'd actually be happy to converse. It was better than feeling like a scarecrow with all the birds stalking her on the wing. After a few minutes, she spotted what seemed to be the large form of Diiu. The wench came to a standstill, gazing into the distance curiously. It was him, alright. With heavily-pierced ears, matted white mane and one red eye, he stood out almost as much as she did. Her gaze shifted, and settled upon what was sat next to the male on the rock. Not entirely sure what was afoot, the female began to lope forwards towards the two.
As she came within range, she heard the words spoken, "You think I couldn't, huh? Don't be so sure!" She slowed down, continuing silently towards them. Though she was unsure whether the other male had sensed her coming, as she was approaching from behind, she was aware that Diiu probably would be. A few seconds later, a snarl punctuated the tension clouding the air. Her fur rippled in response, eyes narrowing. Now merely within a few metres of them, she slunk round the edge of the rock, purring, "Why so aggressive?" Then, she abruptly sat down, squinting at them.
Her lips pursed grimly as she padded across the malnourished terrain, the dry earth cracking beneath her feet. Ugly landscapes like this just made you want to randomly start digging a hole to make it uglier, and also perhaps if you dug deep enough, to hide it from view. Her very presence seemed to make it unattractive, the brightness of her coat emphasizing the fact that she very clearly didn't belong here. Then again, pink didn't really belong anywhere.
Pale yellow eyes scoured the scenery with distaste, searching for any intelligent-looking being such as herself. For once, she'd actually be happy to converse. It was better than feeling like a scarecrow with all the birds stalking her on the wing. After a few minutes, she spotted what seemed to be the large form of Diiu. The wench came to a standstill, gazing into the distance curiously. It was him, alright. With heavily-pierced ears, matted white mane and one red eye, he stood out almost as much as she did. Her gaze shifted, and settled upon what was sat next to the male on the rock. Not entirely sure what was afoot, the female began to lope forwards towards the two.
As she came within range, she heard the words spoken, "You think I couldn't, huh? Don't be so sure!" She slowed down, continuing silently towards them. Though she was unsure whether the other male had sensed her coming, as she was approaching from behind, she was aware that Diiu probably would be. A few seconds later, a snarl punctuated the tension clouding the air. Her fur rippled in response, eyes narrowing. Now merely within a few metres of them, she slunk round the edge of the rock, purring, "Why so aggressive?" Then, she abruptly sat down, squinting at them.