A Lazy Day [Vice]
Mar 5, 2014 20:19:56 GMT -5
Post by tyrus on Mar 5, 2014 20:19:56 GMT -5
Every day for the last week or so Tyrus had been rather busy, unable to find time for herself past the few hours of sleep she was graced with. The voices had increased in consistency making it very hard to sleep unless she found a place that lacked people even in base. Pokemon were no different possessing thoughts of their own. She barely could sleep in her home away from pravus and all her work... It didn't help that she felt her power's slowly growing from use. It was a nice sensor really but past that it was driving the morph to try to find solace away from everything. If she wasn't careful she'd go mad; she had done her best to protect herself during her waking hours but it was the off hours while she was sleeping that worried her. The morph stretched her limbs lazily, she felt her joints pop and her back stretched out over the rock she had chosen to lay upon. Her tails fanned out and she gazed upwards as a single cloud blocked the sun for a moment. She had come to this part of the park because she wanted to have some time to herself. She had left carlo at the entrance of the park [the loud dinosaur could be heard singing if one strained their ears enough.] the morph sighed softly and glanced off to the side. She had taken off her clothing in order to give her fur some air. It wasn't every day she was able to do this sort of thing either; thankfully she was deep enough into the park and on one of the side routes that normally people wouldn't go this way unless they wanted to do something like she did.
And even now I can feel people faintly... Like whispers in the wind
The morph rubbed her eyes and stretched more letting her legs fan out completely the joints popping much like her arms did. If one looked closely on the morph's body scars marred her chest both front and back. Though they weren't very deep they still affected fur flow giving some of the area's a sunken look. The morph had the bad way of getting into it with a tyranitar pair; the creature shuddered a bit as she ran a hand over the claw mark. If she hadn't been rescued by someone passing by she probably would be six foot under now. The morph sighed and rubbed her temples; she sometimes debated wether or not the trade off of losing her humanity was a good price to pay for what she had done. If she hadn't taken the steps she had.... The morph shook her head a little bit and let her head rest her arms flexing out. She felt her fur shift a bit and took in account that most of her body looked... plumper? She figured that was the word for it, she wouldn't admit it but she was slowly growing curves in and it was bothering her. Anyone that asked would get the response of it being a winter coat [which it partly was but the case was completely different in some area's.] the morph yawned a little bit and closed her eyes. She felt her breath leave her body and sleep started to take hold. Even with all these distant voices the morph was going to try to catch a few moments of rest....
And even now I can feel people faintly... Like whispers in the wind
The morph rubbed her eyes and stretched more letting her legs fan out completely the joints popping much like her arms did. If one looked closely on the morph's body scars marred her chest both front and back. Though they weren't very deep they still affected fur flow giving some of the area's a sunken look. The morph had the bad way of getting into it with a tyranitar pair; the creature shuddered a bit as she ran a hand over the claw mark. If she hadn't been rescued by someone passing by she probably would be six foot under now. The morph sighed and rubbed her temples; she sometimes debated wether or not the trade off of losing her humanity was a good price to pay for what she had done. If she hadn't taken the steps she had.... The morph shook her head a little bit and let her head rest her arms flexing out. She felt her fur shift a bit and took in account that most of her body looked... plumper? She figured that was the word for it, she wouldn't admit it but she was slowly growing curves in and it was bothering her. Anyone that asked would get the response of it being a winter coat [which it partly was but the case was completely different in some area's.] the morph yawned a little bit and closed her eyes. She felt her breath leave her body and sleep started to take hold. Even with all these distant voices the morph was going to try to catch a few moments of rest....
֍ CREDIT: By Requiem of Remoor!