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Author: Lyla Jones |
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Date Posted: 09:50:00 12/08/09 Tue In reply to: Verda 's message, "::Leader of the Pack::" on 05:37:12 12/08/09 Tue Lyla was reading in an oversized chair by a particularly welcoming fire. The subway, though grimy and dingy, concealed a well maintained living quarters. It had been almost empty for weeks now but Lyla had stayed obediently. She had wandered and shifted. She had made new friends too. Though her eyes crossed lines out as she moved down the page, she wasn’t absorbing anything it said. She was thinking about Ronon and the night she’d spent at his apartment. She remembered showering her wounded body before wrapping up in his sheets. He had been unable to shift back as quickly as she had. He was Were after all and she was pure shifter. But she remembered the serenity and safety she’d collected by the large lynx throughout the night. The corners of her mouth were twisted up to show a smile—even though in the common room that smile was lost. The fire crackled and her gaze shifted to it. The flames flickered reflections in her full amber eyes and her lower lip was caught by her teeth as she thought deeply and in (very vivid) detail about the night before. But her attention went crashing to the floor along with her book when Lyla heard a noise. Sometimes workers on the tracks would attempt to open the door to get into whatever mechanical room they thought it was. But the pack always kept that door locked. So, why was there a key twisting in it? Lyla could hear it. Lyla was sitting bolt upright and debating what shape she should take to protect herself. She stood to face the door. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a sloppy bun on top of her head. Well- seeing as elephants don’t use keys to open locks…she figured human would be most explainable to whatever mechanic was about to enter. Maybe she should grab the desk lamp to throttle him with? She reached for it but changed her mind. What if it was that jaguar guy that had tried to eat her? She grabbed the lamp. Oh. Drat. What was with trouble following Lyla? [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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| ::Leader of the Pack:: | Verda | 10:31:24 12/08/09 Tue |
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