Post by Kimberly Tung on Apr 4, 2011 22:21:28 GMT -5
The rough life of the streets, that was home to the she-wolf. After meeting some of the inhabitants here and met another like herself, his scent definitely smelt very male. Perhaps, she maybe able to meet him again if he is available.
Neither she nor the smell of Lukoi hasn't gotten a chance to really get to know each other. It was all over before it even began. Kim walked in her bare feet, a silver anklet was equipped to the right of her ankle, it wasn't one hundred percent silver and pretty cheap.
Parting the white curtains, they were a little icky but some good washing should do just about right. It was dark out, the city was full of life of the strange, stranger, and the strangest. A small tv set sat on a medium sized stand, it did not get all the channels, she did not have too much to even have pay-per-view.
Stolen goods was all stashed here and there, fool the eyes when visitors dropped by. She paid the abode with the money she stolen from a local service station, no cops had found nor caught her yet, silly men in blue (or women), didn't matter she could still outrun them anyday. A bedroom was small, not too decent nor large but just right for her with a small, single bed with some beige covers, matching beige comforter and even the curtains here was white, not the best, but it'll do.
Refrigerator was filled with as much food she can get by, there was a case of beer at the bottom of the fridge. Budweiser, Miller Lite, and a casing of Milwaukee's Best. Home sweet home. This is her crib.
Neither she nor the smell of Lukoi hasn't gotten a chance to really get to know each other. It was all over before it even began. Kim walked in her bare feet, a silver anklet was equipped to the right of her ankle, it wasn't one hundred percent silver and pretty cheap.
Parting the white curtains, they were a little icky but some good washing should do just about right. It was dark out, the city was full of life of the strange, stranger, and the strangest. A small tv set sat on a medium sized stand, it did not get all the channels, she did not have too much to even have pay-per-view.
Stolen goods was all stashed here and there, fool the eyes when visitors dropped by. She paid the abode with the money she stolen from a local service station, no cops had found nor caught her yet, silly men in blue (or women), didn't matter she could still outrun them anyday. A bedroom was small, not too decent nor large but just right for her with a small, single bed with some beige covers, matching beige comforter and even the curtains here was white, not the best, but it'll do.
Refrigerator was filled with as much food she can get by, there was a case of beer at the bottom of the fridge. Budweiser, Miller Lite, and a casing of Milwaukee's Best. Home sweet home. This is her crib.
