Post by Aislin <3 on Jul 12, 2011 15:32:51 GMT -5
"FACK!"
The sound of an uncontrollable shout echoed into the air. Birds that were originally sitting in the trees flew from their branches and into the clouds, away from whatver noise that had disrupted them. A shout so loud as to disrupt the birds indicated that it was not a normal type of shouting. Slowly, a wolf form appeared from the shadows as a deep chocolate color was near invisible in the ambient light of the forest. The golden brown eyes of the canid scanned the lake ahead of her, known as Bowman Lake, and figured this was the one place where she would find sustanence and shelter. Rumors had it that the pack that resided here was led by a female who disliked females, particularly the ones with no powers and mental issues. Irregardless Aislin was quite skilled at just about anything, but she never really liked to stay still for longer than three minuets or so.
"FACK!"
A curse slipped from her lips as her head jolted to the side and her left leg came up. It was all uncontrollable, even since birth. Her damned tourettes was there to stay with her forever. A curse it was since birth, it had seemed everyone that she had come across abandoned her at the very sight of her. It wasn't as if the woman was a complete monster case and everyone had to avoid her, thinking her insanity was contagious. No, she was quite normal except for her uncontrolled shouting.
Malicious she was, with the want to hurt those that she saw as play things. Aislin couldn't help it if she liked her toys, but today she was not in the mood for it. Being that she was also very versatile, the woman changed quite a bit and never truly complained because she adapted fairly well. Being narcissistic she only cared for herself and nothing but herself. As negative as most packs saw this, it had its benefits - especially if one was to live and serve in a pack in general. The last and final thing that ruled this demoness' personality was her cynical nature. It merely meant she was sarcastic, but only at a much more insulting level. Aislin was a fan of using sarcasm against some one because of the reaction it gave her. Though she wished not to use it today because she would be meeting the leader here, or so she would hope.
"FACK! Gahd dammit!"
Aislin swore that she was yelling so loud that virtually everyone could hear her. It wasn't like a "shout at the top of your lungs" type of shout, it was more of a "talking really loud" type of shout. When she was in her previous pack, she hunted with this capability and most of the time she was successful, about the same as the average hunter. To others surprise, it actually was used well when hunting because it made the prey confused at times with it. Though on rare occassions, her touretts would cause a bad hunt because occasionally on certain days her shouts would be louder than normal. For now, it seemed rather controlled.
As the chocolate succubus approached the borders, she noted the pack scent that hit her nose like a nail to the forehead. It was a musky sort of a scent with a few pleasant fragrances. It was obvious men were doing her border marking because of the foulness of the stench. So what if Aislin was a sexist? She liked certain men and others were nothing but garbage. For now, she kept the opinion to herself.
Making herself known she sent out a howl after throwing her head back, flattening her ears to her skull and taking in a deep breath in a summoning howl for the leader. She only hoped that her sex would not cast her away from the borders here.
"FACK!"
The sound of an uncontrollable shout echoed into the air. Birds that were originally sitting in the trees flew from their branches and into the clouds, away from whatver noise that had disrupted them. A shout so loud as to disrupt the birds indicated that it was not a normal type of shouting. Slowly, a wolf form appeared from the shadows as a deep chocolate color was near invisible in the ambient light of the forest. The golden brown eyes of the canid scanned the lake ahead of her, known as Bowman Lake, and figured this was the one place where she would find sustanence and shelter. Rumors had it that the pack that resided here was led by a female who disliked females, particularly the ones with no powers and mental issues. Irregardless Aislin was quite skilled at just about anything, but she never really liked to stay still for longer than three minuets or so.
"FACK!"
A curse slipped from her lips as her head jolted to the side and her left leg came up. It was all uncontrollable, even since birth. Her damned tourettes was there to stay with her forever. A curse it was since birth, it had seemed everyone that she had come across abandoned her at the very sight of her. It wasn't as if the woman was a complete monster case and everyone had to avoid her, thinking her insanity was contagious. No, she was quite normal except for her uncontrolled shouting.
Malicious she was, with the want to hurt those that she saw as play things. Aislin couldn't help it if she liked her toys, but today she was not in the mood for it. Being that she was also very versatile, the woman changed quite a bit and never truly complained because she adapted fairly well. Being narcissistic she only cared for herself and nothing but herself. As negative as most packs saw this, it had its benefits - especially if one was to live and serve in a pack in general. The last and final thing that ruled this demoness' personality was her cynical nature. It merely meant she was sarcastic, but only at a much more insulting level. Aislin was a fan of using sarcasm against some one because of the reaction it gave her. Though she wished not to use it today because she would be meeting the leader here, or so she would hope.
"FACK! Gahd dammit!"
Aislin swore that she was yelling so loud that virtually everyone could hear her. It wasn't like a "shout at the top of your lungs" type of shout, it was more of a "talking really loud" type of shout. When she was in her previous pack, she hunted with this capability and most of the time she was successful, about the same as the average hunter. To others surprise, it actually was used well when hunting because it made the prey confused at times with it. Though on rare occassions, her touretts would cause a bad hunt because occasionally on certain days her shouts would be louder than normal. For now, it seemed rather controlled.
As the chocolate succubus approached the borders, she noted the pack scent that hit her nose like a nail to the forehead. It was a musky sort of a scent with a few pleasant fragrances. It was obvious men were doing her border marking because of the foulness of the stench. So what if Aislin was a sexist? She liked certain men and others were nothing but garbage. For now, she kept the opinion to herself.
Making herself known she sent out a howl after throwing her head back, flattening her ears to her skull and taking in a deep breath in a summoning howl for the leader. She only hoped that her sex would not cast her away from the borders here.
"FACK!"