by e v e n t e r » Sun Jan 15, 2012 10:24 am
☪ Ɔσяα ☪
Werewolf / Female / 20
Ɔσяα began to rummage through the kitchen, looking for something, anything to eat. She was starving which was obvious from her stomach noises. Cora looked down at her stomach and furrowed her eyes, mentally telling it to shut the heck up!
Footsteps became clear to her, and they sounded as though they were approaching her direction. How lovely... she thought to herself, wondering who was about to bother her. A scent hit her nose that was all too familiar. It was Isaac. In a way, she felt bad, because you could tell he was confused just by the feel to the air. But she felt bad because she was a little aggitated with him and he had no idea why. Turning around, she propped herself on her elbows and lifted her light body onto the counter, staring at him with a tired and bored look. His apology almost made her laugh, but the puppy eyes hit her hard. That was what she could never get over about him. His eyes. They were so open and sincere it was quite honestly ridiculous. They made her look away in order to answer at all. "My night was boring and honestly...annoying." Grabbing a poptart off the counter, she took a bite into it then looked at him again. She met his hazel eyes with the icey blue of her own and inhaled almost a growl. "Whats the news?" She asked, picking at her poptart once again.
⊰ Somewhere behind the rider you've вᴇcoмᴇ,
the hours of ᴘᴙʌcтɪcᴇ you've put in, the coaches that have ᴘυsнᴇᴅ yoυ,
the fences you've нɪт, the bones you've вᴙoκᴇɴ, the hard falls you've тʌκᴇɴ,
the loɴɢ ᴅɪsтʌɴcᴇ , the sнoᴙт ᴅɪsтʌɴcᴇ, the cнɪᴘ, the sтᴙɪᴅᴇs,
the ᴇqυɪтʌтɪoɴ, the sᴡᴇʌт, the тᴇʌᴙs, the вlooᴅ, the вlɪsтᴇᴙs,
the ᴙɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ jᴇʌɴs, the ᴡool jʌcκᴇтs on 100 degree sυммᴇᴙ ᴅʌys,
the lʌмᴇ horse, the cᴙʌzy horse, the "ʌᴙᴇ yoυ sᴇᴙɪoυs?" horse, and ᴇvᴇᴙyтнɪɴɢ in between...
soмᴇᴡнᴇᴙᴇ behind all this is the little girl who fᴇll ɪɴ lovᴇ with the нoᴙsᴇ,
the sᴘoᴙт, and the ɪᴅᴇʌ and ɴᴇvᴇᴙ looκᴇᴅ вʌcκ. ⊱
⊰ ᴇvᴇɴтɪɴɢ ⊱