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Post by Taryn Rosalee James on Dec 24, 2009 10:54:43 GMT -5
 Taryn Rosalee Jamestheres a she wolf in your closet
open up and set her free
theres a she wolf in your closet
let it out so it can breath••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••The wind swept over her fur as she ran full out through the woods. The park was her favorite place to run and it was even better with the snow. She stopped short as the first flake hit her cold nose, followed by another and another. Her muzzle turned up in an almost grin welcoming the winter snow. Taryn crouched down low, slowed her breathing and readied herself for the launch. Her hind legs pushed hard and her body launched in to the air. Her front paws hit the ground first and she broke out in to a full sprint. Her wolf form pushed through the trees and the bushes knowing no boundary on speed. The snow fell harder on her back and she loved every second of it. It was cold, almost freezing, but it woke something primal inside of her and she ran full and hard in to the night. She could hear the bustle of people in the park as she grew closer to the public part of Central Park. With a sad sigh, she slowed her pace and veered off to the left. She came up to a large maple tree with a back pack lying on the ground beneath it. Almost instantly, the white wolf disappeared and Taryn's naked body appeared in its place. She was still hot from her run, so the cold snow falling on her bare shoulders was still a good feeling. Taryn crouched down at the tree, grabbing the bag from the ground. It was an expensive weatherproof bag that she had been given as a gift. Inside the bag Taryn pulled out a neatly folded black trench coat. She slipped the silk lined jacket over her bare skin and tied the sash at her waist. From the bag she also pulled out a pair of high heeled black boots and slipped them on her bare feet. Taryn grabbed her bag and walked the few steps in to the opening of Central Park. She sat down on a near by bench and sighed contently. She stared up at the snow that was falling so heavy and she smiled. |
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Post by danikfrost on Dec 26, 2009 20:18:57 GMT -5
Her feet had decided to take her for a walk, after pacing in her home for hours she found her way out on to the night time streets of New York. She had been wearing a black leather coat and a large tulle black and hot pink skirt. The cold wind whipped at her, but it didn't bother her, her mind wasn't processing the pain from the cold air on her fishnet clad legs. She had no clue where she was going, she hadn't been paying attention.
Her long hair hung down almost covering her face. It was hidden under the hood of the sweater, she stared at the ground as she walked the busy streets were making Liz uncomfortable. She fiddled with the ends of her sleeves. Her mind kept racing it was partly a blessing being schitzophrenic no one could really read her mind. The voices protected her from supernaturals reading her mind.
Look at her Luna.
Liz looked over to a woman at a cross walk. She was wearing a long grey trench coat, blonde hair cascading down her back. She was very beautiful and Liz knew what the voices were going to tell her to do. She shook her head let out a low almost inaudiable whimper.
You know you would love to feel her blood slide down your throat.
"Shut up." She whispered, as she turned on her heel running away from the blonde, Elizabeth ran into the less crowded Central Park. She walked down the street muttering to herself. She tried to control herself, she wasn't having too bad of a time today, they weren't horrible. With a whimper she began to pass a bench unaware of the woman sitting on it she continued to mutter than started hitting her head. The shadows of her mind were closing in on her, teasing her tempting her.
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Post by Taryn Rosalee James on Jan 4, 2010 18:56:38 GMT -5
Taryn Rosalee Jamestheres a she wolf in your closet
open up and set her free
theres a she wolf in your closet
let it out so it can breath••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••She sat with both her arms outstretched across the back of the bench and her nose caught the girl before her eyes did. The girl was human, the smell of her tickled Taryn's nose like only human flesh could do. Taryn didn't flinch as the girl crossed her path and she could hear her muttering softly under her breath as she passed. The girl was troubled, it didn't take a doctor to see that. Some sort of internal debate was going on in that pretty little head of hers. Taryn just watched as the girl spoke softly to herself. She didn't want to talk to anyone, it was just one of those nights, but this girl was just too intriging. Taryn moved slowly, stalking like only the body of a werewolf could. Even in human form Taryn had a smooth animalistic walk to her. She glided dangerously toward the girl. "Mutter, mutter, mutter.. Something important going on in that pretty little head of yours, chicky?" It was none of my business, but I was bored now and I could use the entertainment. |
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