There was little more then the distracting hums of the morning insects, tuning in the morning harmony as the first light beams form the sun seemed to rise over the tree tops. The morning dew was little more then a cooling sensation under the bare flesh of a female form. She wasn't in the least hiding herself, after all there was no one around but herself, and being known for more commonly being in her transformed state, clothing was little more then a burden if anything. Though as her senses filled with the rise of a new day there was a groan of pure disbelieving, it reeled in her mind... school was starting... at some point.<br/><br/>The sun was barely peeking over the tree tops before Xanda turned over to lay face down within the cool grass, resting there with her hands at her side. The young woman was in complete disarray, her hair was tossed and disheveled, and small mud patches seemed to spot the tanned flesh of her form. None the less, being of a blind nature, what would she know about it. The wilderness seemed as any other good place to relax, being caged in the surrounding of four walls and cluttering crap just seemed to be more of a hazard then a blessing for this wolf. None the less Xanda had stepped within the retaining walls of a shop or two and was quickly regarded as the bull in a china shop, she was constantly running into things and bumping into other customers there.<br/><br/>It was perhaps one of many reasons she avoided it as well as other people.<br/><br/>Though being from the Sonne pack, it was hard to completely avoid them, unless she had completely barricaded herself within a portion of wilderness that had yet to be marked as pack land.  As it were, this is were Xanda had come to rest, bare to the world, resting in a relaxed state were she felt more and completely at home, no one to bother her in her complete and sweet surrender that no one had yet invaded. Being a loner most of her life had a ill effect on some of her interaction with other members of the pack, but they would always forgive her, considering she was blind, none could really feel complete hatred for her, and that alone Xanda detested.<br/><br/>Just because she was blind did not mean it had to set her apart from anyone else within the pack, more then that it was perhaps the way people wanted to wait on her hand and foot as though she could do nothing for herself.  Truth was, she allowed pack to do such things for her, feeling there compassion for her, but it sent bile to the pit of her stomach, she had hated herself for a long time... for being different then everyone else. Rolling back over Xanda rested, just letting the light of morning touch over the cool drops of dew that had gathered on her face from being face down within the grass. It felt good, her closed eyes seemed to pinch together as a yawn filed from her lips, signalling that more then anything else she would rather just pass back out and sleep in rather then get up for school.<br/><br/>What was one to do.... trying to fit in had never been something Xanda could do, everyone held her back by her born defect. It was hard to get anywhere in life when everyone insisted on doing everything for you. Thus was why Xanda had pushed her way out and away from everyone, expect those that seemed to matter, which only seemed to come in the form of a ride here and there, which was fine and dandy for her.