BULLETS AND BLUE EYES || Meeting 8/01

DEUS EX MACHINA

Ears would prick forward at the sound of AtBashes voice, more interested in the words than I was the fact that she was calling out. A Meeting? I’d never attended one of those before, but it sounded interesting- interesting enough that I stood up from my precarious perch on the edge of my cabins roof, where I balanced gracefully for a moment before stepping off the side and dropping to the ground. I landed in a powerful crouch, slipping into a brisk trot toward the Snowbound leader easily enough. I learned early on that I had some sort of feline genetics mixed in me somewhere. While I was absolutely ‘wolf’ to look at, there were things like my retractable claws, strong night vision, and the agility and flexibility that no normal canine should have.

I took a seat at the back of the crowd, figuring I’d block most of their views if I tried to take a spot closer up by the front, and set my amber gaze on the female up at the front speaking to us all. She announced a bunch of events that I did my best to make sense of, figuring the race one might be something I could check out. I liked to run around and do shit like that, so it was worth a try. Besides, I still hadn’t really made any solid friends here yet despite having met a bunch of people, so maybe doing that could help?