Post by Sable on Jun 23, 2012 14:56:07 GMT -5
Soft blonde hair swooshed into the bar, accompanied, of course, by the head it was attached to. The head belonged to a woman, one who looked more 'girl' and less 'lady'. She walked forward, quietly examining the inside of the building as she headed towards an unoccupied table. She must not have been hungry, because she made no motion to attract the bartender or any sort of employee. It looked more like she just needed somewhere to be, somewhere to sit and think for a bit.
Sable, née Langley, sighed quietly as she settled into her seat. Her blue eyes appeared untroubled, but they didn't exactly shine with happiness, either. Mostly, they seemed bored. Detached. A little out of it, even.
She was definitely overdressed for the occasion, whatever it was. It was much too hot for her to be wearing a long-sleeved button-up shirt, especially over whatever she was wearing underneath. She seemed to have an okay enough figure to pull off the whole 'walking around in a bikini because it was hot' thing, but the jeans and shoes she was wearing seemed to be close to the opposite of that.
She rested her head on a hand, looking around at the bar quietly.
She was getting close, she could tell. She could smell more and more of her kind in the area, and a couple of the alleys and houses she had passed had had a distinctly similar odor when she had trotted past them earlier, in wolf form. Apparently, smaller wolves were either common in this area or the local people were just used to big wild dogs running around or something. It felt like she could pretty much come and go as she pleased, and she liked that.
Sable, née Langley, sighed quietly as she settled into her seat. Her blue eyes appeared untroubled, but they didn't exactly shine with happiness, either. Mostly, they seemed bored. Detached. A little out of it, even.
She was definitely overdressed for the occasion, whatever it was. It was much too hot for her to be wearing a long-sleeved button-up shirt, especially over whatever she was wearing underneath. She seemed to have an okay enough figure to pull off the whole 'walking around in a bikini because it was hot' thing, but the jeans and shoes she was wearing seemed to be close to the opposite of that.
She rested her head on a hand, looking around at the bar quietly.
She was getting close, she could tell. She could smell more and more of her kind in the area, and a couple of the alleys and houses she had passed had had a distinctly similar odor when she had trotted past them earlier, in wolf form. Apparently, smaller wolves were either common in this area or the local people were just used to big wild dogs running around or something. It felt like she could pretty much come and go as she pleased, and she liked that.