..:1:.. Stray

2006-08-03T21:23:05Z

((OOC: Okay, a few words from the mun about this journal. Call it a PSA.^_~
Seeing as how Blue is a wolf-dog, with neither the desire, nor the actual hands to keep an electronic journal, I'm probably going to use this mainly for third person posts. If you like, feel free to reply to any of these posts in normal rpg mode. This would come in kind of handy since I tend to be online at unusual times...
I'll probably make first person posts once in a while with whatever's going through her head at the time, so those'll basically be like any other private post.

Okay, now that I've talked your ears off, on with the actual post.))

In the early morning hours of the morning, when even most few birds were still asleep in their branches and thickets of bushes, a large black dog trotted down a lonely streets on the outskirts of the Angel Island center. If it had an owner, he or she was nowhere in sight, and the animal bore no signs of domestication, no collar or leash. To the casual observer, the slightly scraggy dog seemed nothing but an ordinary stray.

It paused at a corner, nose raised high and sniffing the air briefly, before it decided to continue it's journey. But even if it's movements were slow, they were nevertheless steady, as if it had a clear idea of where it was going.

A lone wanderer returning from a late night at the bar blinked briefly. For a moment he could have sworn he saw a young woman turn the corner where moments before the alleyway had been devoid of life, save for said dog. But the form he had seen in the shadows had been much taller, had resembled a maybe 20 year old girl in black coat with upturned collar, short skirt and long boots, a red scarf contasting sharply with her otherwise black clothes and equally dark hair.

Seconds later he shrugged, believed in a trick of the light, after all, the streetlights were scarce at best in these regions and the air was thick with the usual morning mist. So he continued to stagger homewards.

***

Hours later, the young woman could be seen standing at the gates of a small park area, leaning against a metal railing with her hands burried deep in the pockets of her coat while her blue eyes stared unblinkingly at the small congregation of trees.

blueeyed_wolf @ 2006-07-28T00:29:00

2006-07-27T22:34:21Z

To everyone at Cross.

If you can read this, you still happen to have Blue on your friendslist for some reason. So yeah, I recommend you defriend her journal.

Unless of course you want to be very confused in the near future. X3