Location: Cheap Motels “R” Us
Interacting With: No one in particularMentions of: The squad
If there was one thing Tish really cherished in this world, it was a good night’s sleep. No, really, she was practically professional at it. Her dreams were always vivid and exciting, and she always woke up feeling refreshed and ready for the day. There was that, and the fact that she slept like a boulder - heavy and immovable. The snoring that accompanied such blissful sleep was no problem for her.
Tish didn’t wake when the living, breathing space heater that was Ophelia left the bed, nor when Mia followed soon after. Instead, the seductive sleep demon that resided in her mind urged Tish to reach ultimate nirvana. She stretched out starfish-style, so that a limb extended to each corner of the bed, and buried her face under a pillow where it was safe from the evil light of day. Without so much as a hiccup, her meandering subconscious painted another dreamscape to explore.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch.
I can feel, see, hear, and smell the leaves beneath my paws. These sensations occur simultaneously, but it is not overwhelming. The leaves are brittle and painted in the shades of fire. It is autumn. The late afternoon sun weaves its way through half-naked trees to warm my fur. I am a hunter. I am hunting. I can see smells in this form. A rabbit. The rabbit is dinner. The wolf is not a vegetarian.
I am licking blood from the fur around my mouth now. The sun has gone to sleep. In it’s place is the moon, hanging high and bright, like a silver dollar lost in the vastness of time and space. The sight of it moves me. My hunger is sated, but my need for companionship is not. I call to the moon in the hopes that she will grant me kin.
“AWOOO!” Tish’s own imitation of a wolf howl launched her alert and upright in the bed. Such behavior would seem odd, but the other runaways knew that she was a shifter. What point was there in hiding it now? Shifting was a useful ability, and one of which Tish was never ashamed.
Blinking sleepily, Tish rubbed her eyes in an attempt to shield them from the light. Her normally straight, flat bangs were mussed into what looked like an inky-black firework on her forehead. An assortment of breakfast smells assaulted her nose, causing her stomach to rumble. The petite 17-year-old had grown even more wafer-thin in the days since the Christmas party. It was uncertain whether stress or lack of proper nutrition was to blame.
Although wolf had had himself a mighty meal in dreamland, Tish herself was quite hungry. She decided on remaining in her pajamas a little longer, but definitely had to brush her teeth before facing the others. After doing so, Tish marched into the living area in her black cami and red boxer-like pajama shorts.
Apparently, one of the breakfast scents was eggs. Tish had never really liked them, especially after seeing the horrors of mass chicken farming in that biology class video a few years ago. She wasn’t an obnoxious vegetarian though, she just silently chose to not eat certain things, hence her current waif-like state. Tish rummaged through the cupboard and found her stash of gooey peanut butter and almond granola bars. Said stash was running low, Tish might go out in disguise and find some work today. She still had a fair amount of money that she snatched before going on the run thanks to the steady part time barista job she had for the past two years. Even still, it wasn’t a bad idea to think ahead and increase the group’s funds for groceries and motel ‘rent’.
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