Laundi had been wandering for years upon years upon years, it was time she found a home. Somewhere to stay or live. Not that Laundi didn't enjoy being alone she loved it, no one to boss her around, no one to tell her who she could or couldn't kill. The loner life was good, but for some reason she felt the right pack, the right home home would be better. The right meaning not just teens or apprentices or lovey dovey ones who pooped rainbows and hugged butterflies, no, never, the right pack meaning wolves with a twisted mind and dark personality, large and muscular, like her. She just wanted to find more like herself. More devils hidden behind feminine beauty and cruel masks.
A tin can rattled against the wall and Laundi threw it only to pick it up again and throw it once more. Boredom, no one around to kill and nothing around to do. A few moments before Laundi threw the can again an Alley dog dame around the corner growling, only to be stopped in its tracks by an even louder growl escaping Lundai's mouth. It whimpered once and lowered its head and she bent down to pet it's white head, a pit bull. She loved these kind of dogs. After petting it she waved her hand to shoo it off and pranced back into the Alley. Turning around a car rolled down the road, three men honking and whistling as she walked, ignoring them, but listening for the sound of a gun being loaded or the turning of tires in case they wanted more than what they saw. "I dare them.." Her wolf spoke, Laundi smirked and scratched her neck just above the collar. Another alley and she turned into it, only this alley was different. Inhaling deeply, the faint scents of others like her filled her nostrils. A smirk again leaked across her lips as she walked down the alley, combat boots hitting the pavement with a soft thud and her collar chain links made faint clinging sounds. Graffiti littered the walls as well as blood, obviously disguised by the graffiti to a mortal eye. The smell of mortal blood often sent Laundi into a frenzy, Eager taste it, a lust for it, a need for it.
Now the alley grew silent and cars honked off in the distance, Laundi bent over into a dumpster and rumbled through it and lifted her head again with a small brown bag, inside nothing but rotten food, tossing it on the ground Laundi looked around before growling under her breath, leaning against the wall and sliding down onto the pavement she'd wait for someone who was doing their rounds to come and find her.
A tin can rattled against the wall and Laundi threw it only to pick it up again and throw it once more. Boredom, no one around to kill and nothing around to do. A few moments before Laundi threw the can again an Alley dog dame around the corner growling, only to be stopped in its tracks by an even louder growl escaping Lundai's mouth. It whimpered once and lowered its head and she bent down to pet it's white head, a pit bull. She loved these kind of dogs. After petting it she waved her hand to shoo it off and pranced back into the Alley. Turning around a car rolled down the road, three men honking and whistling as she walked, ignoring them, but listening for the sound of a gun being loaded or the turning of tires in case they wanted more than what they saw. "I dare them.." Her wolf spoke, Laundi smirked and scratched her neck just above the collar. Another alley and she turned into it, only this alley was different. Inhaling deeply, the faint scents of others like her filled her nostrils. A smirk again leaked across her lips as she walked down the alley, combat boots hitting the pavement with a soft thud and her collar chain links made faint clinging sounds. Graffiti littered the walls as well as blood, obviously disguised by the graffiti to a mortal eye. The smell of mortal blood often sent Laundi into a frenzy, Eager taste it, a lust for it, a need for it.
Now the alley grew silent and cars honked off in the distance, Laundi bent over into a dumpster and rumbled through it and lifted her head again with a small brown bag, inside nothing but rotten food, tossing it on the ground Laundi looked around before growling under her breath, leaning against the wall and sliding down onto the pavement she'd wait for someone who was doing their rounds to come and find her.