You're a What? (Sleepy)

[Kiana Katherine Mindear]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] It was around a week after the full moon when Kiana could say that she almost felt human. Her senses were down to their lowest, which she knew was much better than a humans but she could pretend, and the whole experience of shifting could be thought of as a dream. She didn't often pull herself into this pretend game of trying to be human but there were times when she was just sick of being a werewolf and she just wanted to be normal. It mostly happened after a bad time as a wolf, the last time it had dramatically happened had been the night around a year ago when she had killed the Hunter. Now all it took was being faced with a Hunter as a wolf to make her wish to be normal. She was wearing older clothes, a white shirt with a grey wolf face on it, a pair of dirt covered jeans, a thick grey jacket, and a pair of black and white converse. She'd woken up restless and wanting to go for a walk so she'd put on the older clothes and headed out to the forest, she felt much safer walking with the trees around her than she would on footpaths next to roads and noisy cars. The sounds of the forest were so much more normal to her, she knew it was because she'd grown up in the forest, hardly hearing a car unless she was hanging near the town edge of it and she had a feeling it would never really change, she was always going to prefer the forest. It was a nice morning, nice enough that she didn't see the point in thinking of better descriptive words for it. The snow seemed to have melted overnight and it had left the ground a bit muddy but the sun was shining overhead and canceling out the chilly breeze enough that it didn't feel like needles on her face and hands like it usually would. It almost felt like the milder winters she had grown up with and she smiled, rubbing her hands together as she let her mind run through some good memories. She may not have liked the pack she'd grown up in, she had hated it, but there were good memories and there had been good people in the pack. It was like her whole new pack wasn't perfect, they had a couple of people who she didn't like and trust but in general is was a great pack. Everything had its good and bad sides. Was she even watching where she was walking? Of course she wasn't. She never did in the forest, she had great hearing and great smell, she never found the need to rely in her sight. If she had actually been using those two senses though, she may have been able to avoid what happened next. Her foot lifted from the ground and hit something, she had no idea what it was, all she had time to do was stretch her arms in front of her in hopes of avoiding a face covered in mud. As her hands hit the ground she rolled over and sat up, staring at what-or more who it was that she had tripped over.

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[Thaddeus 'Sleepy' Corpus]

Patience was a virtue that Sleepy embraced fully. He had no trouble handling his emotions, having thousands upon thousands of years to put aside his petty feelings. Aside from that, dragons could be rather unfeeling. While he embraced the happier thoughts, he refused to allow himself to fall into anger or rage. Sadness, however, was something he found very hard to avoid.
The small book store he worked at, headed by a rather small man with a temper, had decided to have a sale. It would seem the entire town showed up to purchase books, or perhaps half of the married and single woman in the town had simply taken their opportunity to gaze at the handsome man that had recently worked there. Though he was far beyond any of their age, he did have his looks to him. Strange how woman in small towns got bored with their mundane husbands. Or was it really that strange? In any case, he hardly ever spoke to them save for business interactions. He found it funny, if anything.
The day had started at the crack of dawn, and he'd just left the store. The sun still shone, though the air was a bit cold, crisp and crinkled with the whisper of rain hanging in the air. His cottage, hidden away in the forest, could be found by following a small path that broke off from a walk way the town had paved in cobbled stones. The path was walked by himself at least three times ago, and also by anyone else who enjoyed nature or had some sort of reason for heading into the forest. It wasn't a dark, scary forest, but rather something of a beautiful place. To find the dragon's cottage, tucked away in the forest, one had to walk for nearly two miles. This meant hardly any travel to him, as he could sprint the entire way and arrive in just ten minutes to his house. For anyone else, it might mean an entire hour, depending on their determination. The cottage had only been broken into once, and nothing had been taken, for nothing was there. Any valuables were kept in a much more hidden place, away from the prying hands of humans.
The sleepy dragon had stopped by his home to change into something a bit less formal than the buttoned up shirt and dress pants he usually wore to the bookstore. Instead he threw on an old tshirt, riddled with small holes and stains and a pair of jeans. Throwing a deep blue fleece jacket over his stained shirt, he headed out into the forest once again. Were normally he would wander around, exploring the forest for a few hours, he instead headed straight into the forest, to were he knew he would find a comfortable place to sleep. The forest had places for a creature to sleep, and the forest would protect them, if they asked nicely enough.
After just a bit of journeying, which took him closer to the town, he stepped onto one of the less traveled paths and found a small pocket of space. It was adorned with leaves, dry but freshly fallen and soft, and perfect for a head to be rested. And so he took his place, stretching out across the expanse of the space. The shade hid him, and the neutral colors he wore blended in with the shade and the leaves and the dirt. It wasn't long before the creatures dark eyes started to blink closed, and his mind stopped wandering. He fell into a sleep he was used to, hence his nickname, Sleepy.

ooc; he is in his human form, but i'm sure she'll figure out he's a dragon. because he'll figure out she'd a werewolf.

[Kiana Katherine Mindear]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Staring at the man she had tripped over, Kiana could see how she hadn't seen him. He was in the shadows and he almost seemed to blend in with the leaves and dirt. It wasn't her fault that she had tripped over him, or that's what she was going to tell herself. If she had been watching where she was going, not lost in thoughts, she may have actually seen the man. He looked maybe in his thirties with dark hair and wearing jeans, a shirt and jacket. She could see the slight rise and fall of his chest and if it weren't for that she might have thought he was dead, she was already thinking that something might be seriously wrong. It just didn't seem normal to find someone sleeping on the edge of a trail in the forest. There was a painful sting on her hands, her hands had skid across the dirt when she rolled and left a nice graze. She growled quietly under her breath and shook her hands out trying to ease the sting. She felt stupid, having tripped over and managed to injure herself slightly as she avoided a mouthful of dirt. She wasn't a clumsy person, she was usually great on her feet and she couldn't remember a time when she had tripped over in the forest past the age of around six or seven. She was like a wolf in the forest, or that's at least how she liked to think of it, she knew how to avoid tripping over tree roots, twigs and anything else you might find in a forest. She hadn't been expecting to see the man there, sleeping on the side of the trail though so she hadn't known that she'd need to avoid tripping over him. For a moment, Kiana just stayed sitting on the dirt trying to decide what to do. There was that worry that something might be wrong, what if he'd had a heart attack or something and he'd fallen to the ground? She felt like she would be doing the wrong thing by just getting up and continuing with her walk. She looked over at the man again and brushed her finger along the end of a lock of hair, she didn't want to wake him either, he could just be sleeping. What if he wasn't human? If he wasn't human, I'd know. She sniffed for his scent, finding it unfamiliar. It wasn't human but it wasn't anything she'd smelt before. She scrambled to her feet and stared down at the still sleeping man. He's human, you're just getting a cold or something, it's messing up your sense of smell. After another few moment of trying to decide what to do, she knelt down next to the man. "Hello, sir, are you alright?" she said, not overly loud but loud enough that she hoped it would wake him up. She was much less scared of an angry human man than she was of walking away when there could be something wrong. "Sorry for waking you," she added. She may have decided it was less worse to get have an angry human man but still, she didn't want to be faced with that.

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