<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cyfd4XcioBg/VCED7rSZ77I/AAAAAAAAUlU/hLQkLlcw6Ho/s1600/tumblr_n4whivM2Z81sktp8ko1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Dove of Winter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16378622#msg16378622) "Kerr"<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>a white lace cover-up over that tank-ini and white classics...<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Her studio apartment (http://cdn.home-designing.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/small-apartment-plan.jpeg) to a nearby beach.<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Noon | Thursday July 6th 2023<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>ohhh that's strange....<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Dark Claw</span><br/><strong>MUSICAL MOOD:</strong>Pretty Fly For a White Guy - The Offspring (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QtTR-_Klcq8)<br/><hr/><br/><em>Do you know how certain people strike one as almost a caricature of what they should be? <strong>That</strong> was how the masculine form sauntering toward her appeared. He was a miniature disaster, except...he wasn't. There was a particular hint of regalness, but it was hidden beneath this vast overlay of a walking manchild. If she hadn't been hell-bent on trying to look wholly innocent, she might have burst into loud peals of laughter. Why would ANYONE call her buddy when she was an unknown? For all he knew, she was a mass murderer or a rampaging wolf waiting to gnaw on the leg of some unsuspecting innocent. Well, you know, except for the fact that she wasn't, and HE smelled like her father only...younger? However, his introduction did draw a giggle from between full lips.</em><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Dark Claw,"</span>The words were lilted out, the querying tone heard in the low contralto and underlined by the quirk of a dark eyebrow.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Why in hell would you call yourself something that does not fit your presentation or your scent."</span>A small sniff as she captured the telltale trace of wildness that pervaded her immediate area.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"You should call yourself Sunshine or Ocean Wolf."</span>She gave him a grin.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"You smell more like that than anything dark or scary. Anyway, I'm Dove of Winter."</span>She turned slightly, to glance out over the beach.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Do you know that you smell kinda like my papa?"</span><br/><br/>From a random radio, a snatch of music assaulted the air. Dove cackled out a laugh before she turned to look at her companion.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Heh, they were thinking of you when they wrote this, weren't they?"</span>In the distance, a lyric bopped out, loud and proud, and drew another freshet of laughter from the she-wolf before she joined in, her husky voice blending in with the words.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"You know it's kind of hard, just to get along today<br/>Our subject isn't cool, but he fakes it anyway<br/>He may not have a clue and he may not have style<br/>But everything he lacks, well, he makes up in denial!!"</span></div><br/>Waving a small hand, she took a step closer and offered a gamine grin.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"I've been in Vancouver for close to seven years.  I rarely meet people like me. I catch them, you know, in passing, but I've not really been around another wolf since I left Alaska. I wonder why? Are there places I should go to meet others, people I should speak to?"</span>Dove had spent most of her life in the mundane world. She did not know the ins and outs of Darker Vancouver. Hell, what information she'd managed to gain had been squirreled away in her mom's diary. This impromptu meeting was NOT an auspicious beginning, at any rate.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Do you think you could help me?"</span><br/><br/>Best to ask right? The most he could say was get lost.