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birthright_rpg2013-10-22 03:20 am
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Big Bad Moon
Takes place just after 'A Rare Visitor'
Despite the relative heat of the end of summer, the desert was chilly at night. Echo had driven a mile out of town onto the highway. She pulled the van to the shoulder of the road, killed the engine. The landscape beyond the vehicle looked barren, like a view of the moon.
There was a moon that night, high and silvery in the black expanse overhead. Stars glittered along with the shimmer of the larger orb. The hybrid opened the door, got out to stand next to the van. Would someone notice it parked here, like a State Trooper? If they did see it, would they search for the driver, or would they just have it towed?
Never mind. She couldn't worry about that. She would only be gone for a few hours, anyway. Plenty of time to get back before the sun came up.
She walked around to the back, opened the vehicle's storage area. She pulled off her T shirt, tossed it inside. Her tattoo was very dark against her pale flesh. She kicked off her shoes without untying them, dropped them on top of her discarded shirt. There was the noise of a zipper as she unfastened her jeans, then pushed them off of her hips and down her legs to step out of them. The lack of clothes between her and the night made her chillier.
Down to her underwear and socks, Echo looked up and down the highway. No headlights. She stripped the rest of the way, leaving herself naked on the side of the road. There was loose gravel under her bare feet, prickling the soles. She looked up at the moon. It was big and bright. She hadn't run in a long time.
Change.
It hurt when she shifted, hurt because she wasn't used to it. But the pain didn't last long, and when it passed there was a smallish black wolf when Echo had once stood. In this form, the smells were keener, and a lupine snout sniffed at the breeze.
Echo-Wolf took the measure of the smells and the silence, then sprang away from the van in a single leap. The light of the moon glinted off of her fur. The night was short, and the desert was waiting.
Despite the relative heat of the end of summer, the desert was chilly at night. Echo had driven a mile out of town onto the highway. She pulled the van to the shoulder of the road, killed the engine. The landscape beyond the vehicle looked barren, like a view of the moon.
There was a moon that night, high and silvery in the black expanse overhead. Stars glittered along with the shimmer of the larger orb. The hybrid opened the door, got out to stand next to the van. Would someone notice it parked here, like a State Trooper? If they did see it, would they search for the driver, or would they just have it towed?
Never mind. She couldn't worry about that. She would only be gone for a few hours, anyway. Plenty of time to get back before the sun came up.
She walked around to the back, opened the vehicle's storage area. She pulled off her T shirt, tossed it inside. Her tattoo was very dark against her pale flesh. She kicked off her shoes without untying them, dropped them on top of her discarded shirt. There was the noise of a zipper as she unfastened her jeans, then pushed them off of her hips and down her legs to step out of them. The lack of clothes between her and the night made her chillier.
Down to her underwear and socks, Echo looked up and down the highway. No headlights. She stripped the rest of the way, leaving herself naked on the side of the road. There was loose gravel under her bare feet, prickling the soles. She looked up at the moon. It was big and bright. She hadn't run in a long time.
Change.
It hurt when she shifted, hurt because she wasn't used to it. But the pain didn't last long, and when it passed there was a smallish black wolf when Echo had once stood. In this form, the smells were keener, and a lupine snout sniffed at the breeze.
Echo-Wolf took the measure of the smells and the silence, then sprang away from the van in a single leap. The light of the moon glinted off of her fur. The night was short, and the desert was waiting.