The salty water stung at her face, lifting her body and submersing her entirely with each incoming wave, as it progressed toward the shore. It was only luck the seas happened to be so quiet this day. But she, certainly, was not one to depend on such things. Lean, limber limbs propelled her, unhindered by each coming wave, relentlessly forwards, no expression currently present on her rich, exotic features. She hadn't time to think of much else at the minute, her mind entirely occupied in impressing that she had to get on land before the weather became less forgiving, which was a dreaded certainty. So declared the ominous sky of ill-tempered clouds that had settled themselves in a thick, grey blanket. Exchanging quiet growls and rumbles, that would soon turn to vicious roars and crackles. It had been like this for days, and one could only hope that tonight's storm would not be as ravenous as the last, the one that had landed her here. True, there had been closer ports, but she was a dexterous weather reader, and figured she had time to reach this particular beach, instead of another, closer one. For this she had only one reason, and too many it might seem something quite pathetic to gamble ones safety. But that was a matter of taste and background.

Eventually, she could feel it, the sand brushing the bottoms of her dainty paws as finally she'd come to shallower water. Any worries she'd had were safely discarded now. Soon, she could feel her paws sinking into the body of sand beneath, and she no longer had to swim, her sore limbs relieved of this strenuous physical demand. When finally she reached the shore, her appearance was quite frightfully bedraggled and worn, head hanging low before her shoulders as the alluring mistress stood and caught her breath, pools of foam rolling in around her paws. Eventually, with a deep breath, she continued inwards, further from the dark, still ocean. The beach was a dreary sight, dull and grey, with the lonely calls of scavenging culls menacing the foreboding silence awaiting the storm. But she, oh she was something else, and stood out so wonderfully from the dim scenery. She was so rich, thick, exotic, flavoursome-- like a busy market in Morocco, where the air is so heavy with different, delectable scents, the air so full of lively banter and gabble its simply overwhelming. Like a Maine, tendrils of lush, dark fur hung over her shoulders, coils of it falling into her large, deep chocolate eyes. Her fur, from head to toe, was thick and shiny, a complex mixture of different shades of brown. Around her tail was, cross-wrapped tightly, a piece of faded, red material, and in a band around her forehead, a tatty brown band of material, decorated with a foreign pattern of swirls. Unlike so many femme fatale creatures who gallivanted the land so commonly these days, she was not sickly thin, but healthy and shapely, with quite decent an amount of flesh on her bones. In turn, she was beautifully curvaceous. All in all, she was a sight to behold, though this particular day, so battered from travel.

Suddenly, though, her unstated plans on this desolate strip of sand were tainted, as spotted she out of the corner of her eye, a figure, a smear of color of the drab, grey sands. And she turned her head to him, pausing in her tracks. Hmm. The winds had been in his favour. Often, she would have been one to call out and beckon him. However, today she simply hadn't the energy. But, unless he turned around that instant, he would not escape a social collision with her, for she seated herself directly in the middle of the beach. To pass, he'd have to come within a distance too thin that unless he was of extremely withdrawn demeanour, he could not fail to acknowledge her. It was a narrow beach, after all.

Is this your main account?: yeah, i guess. don't really have one, but it can be. :33
Why do you want in?: because one of your members stole me foetus and i want it back?
loll. i svck. um. cuz i like roleplaying my lupie babies.
Other: oh yeah my favorite characters are sort of perverts [.../i'm/ a pervert] so i'm not actually that much neo friendly and all. and i get kind of bored with naive 'true love is it' kind of people && their lupes [call me shallow cuz i am]. so you cannot not-invite me on that basis, just thought i'd warn you so i don't, like, scar you children for life.

THANKS -heartheart-