COME UNDONE [C]

[morte]

[th] Jumping into the air, Bella-Morte landed on all four paws, quick to flank left and continue in pursuit of absolutely nothing. She didn't need to be chasing something, she was just running. Why must she have a reason to go where she wanted to go? She hadn't felt so free since she had left Texas, well over a few months ago. It was something she dearly missed doing while she was out on the road- while it was a soothing feeling to feel the purr of her car, nothing was better then taking advantage of her abilities. If she had a choice she would stay a wolf forever, never having to feel pain, suffering and loss as much as she would when she was human. But small townies often had a habit of hunting, something that clearly annoyed her in many ways. She stopped suddenly and lifted her muzzle into the air, catching the drifting scent of a deer. Her lips lifted up , revealing her sharp, jagged teeth in a devious smile before she took off once more. It was her second day in this new town, Forks; and she had yet to decide if she liked it or not. While it was a small town, the cool and rainy weather created a nice contrast to the sweltering humid heat back in Texas. But small towns like these, everyone knows everyone, everyone was always attached- and it was something she feared. She feared being bound into a pack, loyal to an alpha. It was that fear that made her constantly on in the car- a month here, two months here, a week there, a few days up there. She didn't mind it, she had met some fascinating people during her travels, but eventually there was going to be a time where she will control herself- and what then? Would she head home? School was out of the option, maybe forge signatures and fake resumes into getting a decent job and living out her days in New York, where she could stay hidden? In all honesty the thought of living in the city didn't appeal to her, she preferred the small little towns and beaches, it was much nicer the the noises the followed the cities. Things like what she did now, couldn't be done in a big city- and she was sure that she couldn't roam and wander for the rest of her life, living in hotel rooms and simple jobs here and there for a bit before going again. The wind ran its thin spidery fingers over her black fur, giving it the beautiful impression of ripples as she lunged forward, leaving behind falling leaves in her wake. No human was around that she could sense and she hadn't feel so in touch with her environment until that very moment when she stopped and turned her dark glinting orbs to a little stag. She crouched lower and observed as the the animal looked around before bending its slender neck down, nosing at the ground. It hardly had any time to make a move before the wolf pounced, lunging ahead and springing up to attack the weak creature from the back, her sharp teeth immediately sinking into the others neck, aiming to kill. In a flurry of rolling bodies, black and brown fur, the rather large wolf came out as the victor, settling on its haunches to claim its prize. However, the well-deserved moment didn't last long, that was sure. She lifted her head when a familiar, but at the same time strange scent hit her. Rising, her fur bristled, her ears flat as she listened for this new stranger to come. Bella-Morte wasn't inexperienced, she knew there were shifters everywhere- and especially in the area around Forks based on rumors, however her inability to really communicate with anyone and her introverted personality really meshed together to create a more cautious and tense reaction to the newcomer. [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=#bbd3d8]