Post by Mary Mutton on Jan 23, 2014 16:42:36 GMT -5
Sea blue eyes stared at the dull grey of the streets that were mixed with colours of the buildings. This world…..it was so different from back home. There were stone dens and monsters that flew across a grey solid lake. The forest was not as big as the one back home, either, and it smelled...unnatural. Something dark had happened in this world’s forest but the blonde feral girl didn’t know what. It didn’t smell how a forest should. Everything was so…so….unfamiliar to the lonely feral child. She now regretted running away from her human home. She had come to love her human family, almost as much as she had loved her wolf family. They had taught her much and she had repaid them by running away. The thing is, the call of wild had been tugging at her heart; begging the blonde to come back. It invaded her thoughts and crept into her dreams at night, until finally she hadn’t been able to stand it any longer; she’d had to run back to the place that had been her home for so long.
Mary looked this way and that. She needed food but there were people about. Did they not have….oh, what had her mother called them? Jobs; that was it. Did they not have jobs? Some of them did, she knew that. The feral girl had been studying the inhabitants of this town for three weeks now and she was sort of certain she knew these people. She still needed to study them for more information but so far, the feral girl had gathered enough information to distinguish them, and formulate rough battle plans to take them down if they proved to be a threat. There was the funny tall man with the dog and the nice old man with the carving tools. The old lady with her granddaughter, the one who smelt so much like a wolf. She liked that one.
Mary again looked from left to right and then decided to scurry out and get some food but before she could do that; a very familiar smell hit her nose. She was here? How was that possible? The blonde looked for the woman who she had grown very swiftly attached to; the one with hair as black as the night and skin as white as snow. Mary tilted her head to the right slightly, trying to find her. She found her but like this world, she was different. The woman had cut her hair and changed her clothes. Mary sniffed the air again, most of her weight on her right hand. The joy at seeing the white woman almost caused the blonde feral to bound to where the woman was and tackle her in greeting. She didn’t do that though. For now, the feral followed her from a distance, keeping out of sight as much as possible.
Mary looked this way and that. She needed food but there were people about. Did they not have….oh, what had her mother called them? Jobs; that was it. Did they not have jobs? Some of them did, she knew that. The feral girl had been studying the inhabitants of this town for three weeks now and she was sort of certain she knew these people. She still needed to study them for more information but so far, the feral girl had gathered enough information to distinguish them, and formulate rough battle plans to take them down if they proved to be a threat. There was the funny tall man with the dog and the nice old man with the carving tools. The old lady with her granddaughter, the one who smelt so much like a wolf. She liked that one.
Mary again looked from left to right and then decided to scurry out and get some food but before she could do that; a very familiar smell hit her nose. She was here? How was that possible? The blonde looked for the woman who she had grown very swiftly attached to; the one with hair as black as the night and skin as white as snow. Mary tilted her head to the right slightly, trying to find her. She found her but like this world, she was different. The woman had cut her hair and changed her clothes. Mary sniffed the air again, most of her weight on her right hand. The joy at seeing the white woman almost caused the blonde feral to bound to where the woman was and tackle her in greeting. She didn’t do that though. For now, the feral followed her from a distance, keeping out of sight as much as possible.