Post by ladyevelette on Apr 29, 2012 22:00:28 GMT 1
Evelette paced the sewers, she was growing accustomed to the utter filth that made up the lycan territory of this God-forsaken city. It was disgusting, the smell was vile, green globs of some indescribable substance scaled the walls, and the pack barely had enough members to defend it... although the reasoning why a vampire would want to rule the sewers was beyond her.
She huffed, her irritation made clear as she walked with slow deliberance down the corridors. It was times like this when she missed her home the most. She had grown up in the heart of France, her pack had been one of the largest in Europe and they had controlled the Landes forest. It had been over 3,900 square miles, and at some point she had stepped on each one of those.
Her pack had lived like kings. They were feared throughout Europe, they ruled with an iron fist, they dined with huge banquets of delectable meats, they had raced across the forest with the strength and speed of locomotives. The Landes Forest had been gorgeous, all sorts of wildlife, trees, plants... she missed it. She missed being able to run without care or concern of running into vampires, she missed the hunting ceremonies, she missed her pack.
She sighed, shoving her hands in her coat pockets and blowing a stray strand of white hair from her eye. She had done well so far at adapting. She could get used to living here. It was no Landes Forest, but it would have to do.
She huffed, her irritation made clear as she walked with slow deliberance down the corridors. It was times like this when she missed her home the most. She had grown up in the heart of France, her pack had been one of the largest in Europe and they had controlled the Landes forest. It had been over 3,900 square miles, and at some point she had stepped on each one of those.
Her pack had lived like kings. They were feared throughout Europe, they ruled with an iron fist, they dined with huge banquets of delectable meats, they had raced across the forest with the strength and speed of locomotives. The Landes Forest had been gorgeous, all sorts of wildlife, trees, plants... she missed it. She missed being able to run without care or concern of running into vampires, she missed the hunting ceremonies, she missed her pack.
She sighed, shoving her hands in her coat pockets and blowing a stray strand of white hair from her eye. She had done well so far at adapting. She could get used to living here. It was no Landes Forest, but it would have to do.