Post by Lena on May 13, 2013 22:28:58 GMT -5
Acura's paws gently bounced against the concrete that stretched on for miles. The Washington was a bridge that connected Morning Hill to the main land. There were abandoned cars now littering the lanes, left as though waiting for their owners to arrive again. Acura knew that was not going to happen.
The way the humans were behaving now, they had resorted back to a primal state, acting more like animals then the humans they once were. Her ivory coat gleamed softly in the warm sunlight as she wound her way around the cars. Both ears were pricked, acoustics cupping any faint noise that might come to them. Her warm amber eyes scanned around, looking for movement that shouldn't be there or might be a threat to her.
She held her tail high and it waved behind her like a banner as her legs moved easily. Her lower jaw dropped, salmon pink tongue lolling out and resting over her bottom canines as she panted slightly. It was spring time, so Morning Hill wasn't hot. Being by the ocean helped because a cool breeze often wafted off and spread through the town.
So far now Acura was out hoping to gain some pack members. Her pack would be ruthless and cunning and smart. It was time for the canines to take control of the world, which seemed to be happening anyway.
MX1 had slowly changed the canines and some have even mutated or caused some defects to spring forth. She only hoped that wouldn't be the case with her when she decided to have pups in the future. Finding an old abandoned convertible, Acura jumped into the back seat and looked around. It was like a ghost town right now. She smirked to herself.
Who would resist her? She was gorgeous and she knew it. She liked designer things and was basically referred to as a bitch or diva. Acura had a subtle arrogance to herself that she liked bragging on some occasions. She chuckled to herself. Yeah. She was the cream of the crop.
The way the humans were behaving now, they had resorted back to a primal state, acting more like animals then the humans they once were. Her ivory coat gleamed softly in the warm sunlight as she wound her way around the cars. Both ears were pricked, acoustics cupping any faint noise that might come to them. Her warm amber eyes scanned around, looking for movement that shouldn't be there or might be a threat to her.
She held her tail high and it waved behind her like a banner as her legs moved easily. Her lower jaw dropped, salmon pink tongue lolling out and resting over her bottom canines as she panted slightly. It was spring time, so Morning Hill wasn't hot. Being by the ocean helped because a cool breeze often wafted off and spread through the town.
So far now Acura was out hoping to gain some pack members. Her pack would be ruthless and cunning and smart. It was time for the canines to take control of the world, which seemed to be happening anyway.
MX1 had slowly changed the canines and some have even mutated or caused some defects to spring forth. She only hoped that wouldn't be the case with her when she decided to have pups in the future. Finding an old abandoned convertible, Acura jumped into the back seat and looked around. It was like a ghost town right now. She smirked to herself.
Who would resist her? She was gorgeous and she knew it. She liked designer things and was basically referred to as a bitch or diva. Acura had a subtle arrogance to herself that she liked bragging on some occasions. She chuckled to herself. Yeah. She was the cream of the crop.