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Stitch felt her muscles tense as her eyes widened at the approach of a wolf, freezing as, literally as if she were a deer caught in headlights. This was exactly what Stitch had invited when she'd sent out the call, and she knew it, but she hadn't expected promptness — or rather had hoped the Alpha(s) weren't prompt and would thus give her a chance to flit out because Stitch was insanely flighty. She stared at the light grey woman (with black and light brown accents) with doe-like eyes, her mouth opening and then closing. If I don't move she totally can't see me, right? Stitch knew that wasn't the case — all of her previous (and horrible?) experiences told her as much and yet her quirks were hardwired into her and no matter how she told herself she was going to be the epitome of professional she always ended up being her peculiar self. For a moment, she fought the urge to cringe at herself. “Uhm,”
Way to go Stitch, her horrendously monotone and snarky inner voice told her, exasperated. Pearl. That was the name the woman — no the Alpha freakin' Female — had called herself. Pearl's name, nor her apperance didn't appear to be overly intimidating, which was a small comfort but Stitch didn't allow herself to let her impression fool her. “Uhm is...it's not my name,” Stitch felt the need to awkwardly and oh-so-cringe worthily clarify. “I'm...well my actual name is Salvatrix but everyone calls me Stitch.” Because, honestly she didn't look like a Salvatrix. Salvatrix was a boss ass bitch name and Stitch was not a boss ass bitch. At all. Thus, Stitch had always stuck. The situation began to feel super mega awk-ward to the Kesuk-DeMonte and idly Stitch couldn't help but wonder if this situation could possibly make her look worse. Ironically, part of her hoped that it couldn't, while the other part of her hoped that she hadn't made a complete and total mess out of it before anything could really come of it.
Way to go Stitch, her horrendously monotone and snarky inner voice told her, exasperated. Pearl. That was the name the woman — no the Alpha freakin' Female — had called herself. Pearl's name, nor her apperance didn't appear to be overly intimidating, which was a small comfort but Stitch didn't allow herself to let her impression fool her. “Uhm is...it's not my name,” Stitch felt the need to awkwardly and oh-so-cringe worthily clarify. “I'm...well my actual name is Salvatrix but everyone calls me Stitch.” Because, honestly she didn't look like a Salvatrix. Salvatrix was a boss ass bitch name and Stitch was not a boss ass bitch. At all. Thus, Stitch had always stuck. The situation began to feel super mega awk-ward to the Kesuk-DeMonte and idly Stitch couldn't help but wonder if this situation could possibly make her look worse. Ironically, part of her hoped that it couldn't, while the other part of her hoped that she hadn't made a complete and total mess out of it before anything could really come of it.
a little rusted perhaps
but still i endure
but still i endure
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solo ride until i die - by Stitch - May 26, 2016, 05:09 PM
RE: solo ride until i die - by Pearl - May 27, 2016, 02:57 PM
RE: solo ride until i die - by Stitch - May 27, 2016, 03:38 PM
RE: solo ride until i die - by Sebastian - May 28, 2016, 06:48 AM
RE: solo ride until i die - by Pearl - May 28, 2016, 04:31 PM
RE: solo ride until i die - by Stitch - May 28, 2016, 06:41 PM
RE: solo ride until i die - by Sebastian - May 29, 2016, 01:54 PM
RE: solo ride until i die - by Pearl - May 29, 2016, 08:07 PM
RE: solo ride until i die - by Stitch - May 30, 2016, 05:23 AM
RE: solo ride until i die - by Sebastian - June 01, 2016, 04:21 PM