08-04-2020, 01:12 AM
[shadow=black,left]PAOLA VASQUEZ[/shadow]
[table][tr][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][/tr][/table]Paola hasn't settled. Between exploring as much of the territory as she could and getting used to being in an actual group again, she hasn't exactly found the time to pick a place and make it her own. Instead, for the past few days since her arrival, she's taken to sleeping anywhere she could; sometimes she sleeps on a tree branch, tail wrapped securely around it just in case she decides to run a marathon in her dreams, and sometimes she sleeps on the beach, under the endless night sky.
Sometimes she sleeps on somebody's roof, and that's where she's found when the conversation begins. Curled up into a tight, black ball, Paola's snoring softly when voices rouse her from her shallow sleep. Ears swiveling to the source of the sound, the Beta remains unmoving for a fraction of a second before unfurling, claws reaching forward in a mighty stretch to loosen her muscles. She peers over the lip of the roof to investigate, green eyes hazy with the last tendrils of sleep, and it takes her a while to register the small group gathered just a few steps away, crowding around the hut across from hers—well, not hers, she doesn't exactly know whose hut she's slept on top of.
With a yawn, Paola picks her way back down from the roof, sliding down the gentle incline and landing on a windowsill before leaping the rest of the way down, exhaling sharply as her paws meet sand. The texture is pleasant underneath her, and she hums approvingly as she makes her way over, grinning at Trygve as she pops up next to Georgia. After the non-verbal greeting, her attention finally falls on Alaire and his project.
"Pretty," Paola comments softly, voice still thick with sleep, and she rubs at her eyes with the back of her paws to make them see better. Her eyes drift from the door to the fox, offering him a bright albeit drowsy smile, realizing belatedly that he's a stranger to her. Is it weird to complement a stranger's door? "I don't think I know you. I'm Paola. You have a very pretty door."
[table][tr][td]Sometimes she sleeps on somebody's roof, and that's where she's found when the conversation begins. Curled up into a tight, black ball, Paola's snoring softly when voices rouse her from her shallow sleep. Ears swiveling to the source of the sound, the Beta remains unmoving for a fraction of a second before unfurling, claws reaching forward in a mighty stretch to loosen her muscles. She peers over the lip of the roof to investigate, green eyes hazy with the last tendrils of sleep, and it takes her a while to register the small group gathered just a few steps away, crowding around the hut across from hers—well, not hers, she doesn't exactly know whose hut she's slept on top of.
With a yawn, Paola picks her way back down from the roof, sliding down the gentle incline and landing on a windowsill before leaping the rest of the way down, exhaling sharply as her paws meet sand. The texture is pleasant underneath her, and she hums approvingly as she makes her way over, grinning at Trygve as she pops up next to Georgia. After the non-verbal greeting, her attention finally falls on Alaire and his project.
"Pretty," Paola comments softly, voice still thick with sleep, and she rubs at her eyes with the back of her paws to make them see better. Her eyes drift from the door to the fox, offering him a bright albeit drowsy smile, realizing belatedly that he's a stranger to her. Is it weird to complement a stranger's door? "I don't think I know you. I'm Paola. You have a very pretty door."
10 MOONS
[/td][td]BETA
[/td][td]TYPHOON
[/td][td]SHE/HER
[/td][td]© AUDACITY
[/td][/tr][/table] BABY'S GOT A FACE LIKE THUNDER: