Nicky  (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nocNcMG6EOU/TuX8naLbTaI/AAAAAAAAEXs/4EffL3MMSmw/s1600/Angelina-Jolie-Wallpapers-for-Desktop-.jpg) groaned. It was a contemptuous sound that spoke of murder to those that felt it appropriate to start the day at such an ungodly hour. Attempting to dig further into her sleeping bag, she was determined to keep her eyes closed for a few minutes longer.  One toned arm snaked out from underneath the protective covering to pad around on the dry red earth, searching for the hat that had slipped from its placement upon her head at some point in the night.  Her full lips twitched in annoyance as the botched search failed miserably. Her attempt to block out the noise that assaulted her senses would have to be shelved, leaving her no choice but to awaken grumpy.<br/><br/><br/>Slowly, her long dark lashed fluttering open, revealing the sleepy blue of her orbs as the struggled to focus on the day, or the beginnings of one. The sky was painted with the grey blue shades of the night giving way to the light of day, though the shadows of sleep still hung in the air as the moon refused to give up its hold completely. With a considerable amount of effort, Nicky pushed herself up into a sitting position.  Her long dark hair hanging messily in its braid, with strands of the raven silk dangling haphazardly around her pretty face.  Reaching to the sky, Nic stretched her upper body releasing a long and somewhat sultry moan as she cracked her neck, first to the right and then the left, loosening the tight muscles that had knotted uncomfortably in her sleep.<br/><br/><br/>Scrubbing at her eyes, Nicolette used the moisture from her eyes to wipe across her face, running her hands along the elegant column of her neck. She was a stunning young lady, or she held the potential to be. Her natural good looks longed to be pampered and treated as most young ladies enjoyed, however her more adventurous side won out, keeping her as solid and as dependable as any man ever could.  One last jaw dropping yawn ripped from her throat, loud yet oddly breathy, as her arms stretched out to the sides of her body, with her fingers forming tight fists.<strong>”You got anything to eat in this town?”</strong>Nicky asked bluntly, forgoing the normal morning greetings and preferring to stick to the facts. She was hungry and up earlier than she had expected, two facts that equaled into her growing bad mood.<br/><br/><br/>The second the words were out of her mouth, so the smell of the rotting carcasses assaulted her senses, clinging to her tongue and making her gag. Twisting in her bed, Nicky searched in vein for her hat, becoming more and more annoyed with its disappearance.  Giving up the search for now, she reached for the bottom of her fitted shirt, pulling it up to cover her nose and mouth, groaning with disgust over the rancid smell that hung in the air. Her toned abdomen showed with the movement from her sleeping bag as the young woman rose to her feet.<strong>"No foolin' who ever took my hat had better return it before they meet with my foot up their ass! And what the hell is that smell? If its what passes as chow around here then I'm out! It smells worse than a a dead polecat, baked under the sun!"</strong><br/>