Melissa's legs were cold and asleep by the time she reached the city lines. She didn't pause for a second when she changed direction, heading towards the scent that was once her enemy. To others her actions would most likely not have made any sense, hell they hardly made sense to her. She'd locked away her emotions in a steel cage and dropped them to the bottom of the pacific. She'd turned away from her friends and family, running in the opposite direction. And most unlikely, she was about to seek shelter with the enemy.
The night's air was chilly and with each exhale Mel could see a white puff that represented her breath. She wore jeans that were once her favorite flawless pair, but now they were tattered and ripped to shreds, torn to pieces by snagging branches and twigs. Her chest was covered with a simple white tanktop, stained brown from the mud and dirt she'd gained during her venture. Her hair was a snarly mess, hanging around her face in a mixed mess of split strands. She looked like royal shit, but Melissa had only one thing on her mind.
She slowed her steps as she reached a grand hotel, brightening up the block like that of a light house that scans the stormy shores. Her wolf bristled and growled in the back of her mind, but had yet given up on reconvincing Melissa. It was useless. Melissa walked inside the revolving doors, scanning the prim and proper lobby. It was surprisingly empty except for a single hand at the desk. Melissa's feet carried her towards the woman. "Take a seat, someone will be with you shortly." The womans voice was forceful and clipped. Melissa glared at her, shutting her half parted mouth. She growled lowely as she turned from the desk, walking over towards the sets of couches and chairs. She chose to stand, using a cubed slice of wall as a back rest. She was unaware of the stain that had formed as the dirt transfered from her clothes to the white wall. Instead her eyes were fixed on the ground, her ears waiting for the sound of approachment.
The night's air was chilly and with each exhale Mel could see a white puff that represented her breath. She wore jeans that were once her favorite flawless pair, but now they were tattered and ripped to shreds, torn to pieces by snagging branches and twigs. Her chest was covered with a simple white tanktop, stained brown from the mud and dirt she'd gained during her venture. Her hair was a snarly mess, hanging around her face in a mixed mess of split strands. She looked like royal shit, but Melissa had only one thing on her mind.
She slowed her steps as she reached a grand hotel, brightening up the block like that of a light house that scans the stormy shores. Her wolf bristled and growled in the back of her mind, but had yet given up on reconvincing Melissa. It was useless. Melissa walked inside the revolving doors, scanning the prim and proper lobby. It was surprisingly empty except for a single hand at the desk. Melissa's feet carried her towards the woman. "Take a seat, someone will be with you shortly." The womans voice was forceful and clipped. Melissa glared at her, shutting her half parted mouth. She growled lowely as she turned from the desk, walking over towards the sets of couches and chairs. She chose to stand, using a cubed slice of wall as a back rest. She was unaware of the stain that had formed as the dirt transfered from her clothes to the white wall. Instead her eyes were fixed on the ground, her ears waiting for the sound of approachment.
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