Post by echo on Sept 16, 2009 18:19:14 GMT -7
You know, when people say a fish out of water? Well, lets take that analog a bit further, should we? A fish out of water, tossed into the middle of a desert trading caravan and bounce from one nasty, smelly, sweaty camel to the next.
If you can survive that imagery, that was precisely how the wolf nosing around in the back alleys of Clerkenwell felt. Now, why was he here again? Oh yeah. It was a lot quieter in the shadows of the alleys, than out where the lights, and the music, and everything could hurt his senses. It was just too…BUSY!
That was the word. It was busy, and Echo…he couldn’t help it. He really didn’t like being busy. He was a laid back kind of person, who was much more at ease in the country life, the lollygagging pace of the ranch was where and when Echo was happy. Brief periods of excitement with a general easy pace of living. Needless to say, city life was not Echo’s pace at all. So, when his sister had recommended he spend some time in the nightlife, he’d been hesitant. The recommendation had turned into an order, and… that was why he was here, hiding out in the back alleys, a bag dragged behind him.
Of course, unless you were another werewolf, or a vampire, maybe, all they’d see was something the size of an ordinary dog, circling a can of trash and smelling it gingerly, tail wagging slightly. Blonde ticking in the white fur was very prominent, almost overcoming the dark entirely. Some might recognize the form of it as similar to the Egyptian Wolf. Most people would say it was closer to a husky mixed with a golden lab. Depended on where you were from, and how well you knew your canines. The latter was true, though the excessive golden ticking might confuse a few.
What iiiiiiiis that smell…? Is that? Fish? And...potatoes? Ooo, I LOVE potatoes! Maybe, if I turn on the cute dog act…? They’ll share...right?
If you can survive that imagery, that was precisely how the wolf nosing around in the back alleys of Clerkenwell felt. Now, why was he here again? Oh yeah. It was a lot quieter in the shadows of the alleys, than out where the lights, and the music, and everything could hurt his senses. It was just too…BUSY!
That was the word. It was busy, and Echo…he couldn’t help it. He really didn’t like being busy. He was a laid back kind of person, who was much more at ease in the country life, the lollygagging pace of the ranch was where and when Echo was happy. Brief periods of excitement with a general easy pace of living. Needless to say, city life was not Echo’s pace at all. So, when his sister had recommended he spend some time in the nightlife, he’d been hesitant. The recommendation had turned into an order, and… that was why he was here, hiding out in the back alleys, a bag dragged behind him.
Of course, unless you were another werewolf, or a vampire, maybe, all they’d see was something the size of an ordinary dog, circling a can of trash and smelling it gingerly, tail wagging slightly. Blonde ticking in the white fur was very prominent, almost overcoming the dark entirely. Some might recognize the form of it as similar to the Egyptian Wolf. Most people would say it was closer to a husky mixed with a golden lab. Depended on where you were from, and how well you knew your canines. The latter was true, though the excessive golden ticking might confuse a few.
What iiiiiiiis that smell…? Is that? Fish? And...potatoes? Ooo, I LOVE potatoes! Maybe, if I turn on the cute dog act…? They’ll share...right?