Wild Berry Meadow you got me some type of way

she was a v i p e r, coiled and ready to strike. irritable on the best of days, though the coin had not landed on such favorable outcomes this afternoon. be it the rhythmic pangs of hunger or the unpleasant bursts of autumn air tangling locks of earthly pelt, solaris was in no mood for entertaining the likes of others. she was not built for the cooler months, a summer babe through and through.

like a serpent slithering in your garden, she weaved herself throughout the berry bushes, tuffs of fur catching bundles of foliage as she brushed by. the sweet aroma of the air was enough to get drunk off of, and as a low rumble echoed it's way from the depths of her stomach, the serpentine woman settled for what she could get. it was no proper meal, but at least it would ease the discomfort of a vacant stomach.