Post by Kitsune Meute d'Voleur on Jun 2, 2011 2:39:04 GMT -5
Along the winding road to Hogwarts, past the Winding Tree and the Thistled Brambletongue Bush, just to the right of a Twining Thornblade Rose Bank stood a small one roomed, two-story building. It wasn't anything extravagant, and by the looks of it, it had been abandoned for some time. The sign that hung from the glass window at the front of the small, forgotten, shop declared, proudly, that it's master was away from the building for the time being; and would let any passer-by know this in a rather melodious voice.
The passing Winter had been harsh for many people who lived out of the way of the bustling city of Hogsmeade, and the Spring had been just as chilly, though not so much that one wouldn't venture outside to see the blossoming of the new foliage and the birthing of beasts. It was the warming rays of Summer that brought a change about the building, for it too knew of the arrival of it's owner just by the warmth of the Earth.
Kitsune Meute d'Voleur took pride in everything that she did, and Hibernating was something that she excelled at like few others. Werewolves with a little too much Fox in their veins tended to be more than just a little Mad, but then again, who wasn't these days?
The one-roomed shop that she kept open when the world was warm didn't boast enough room even for her wares, but it was the Underground that she called home when the world Topside began to get just a mite too cold for her tastes.
The time had come for Awakening.
Kitt had been away, this time, for far too long. The faces that she remembered from her Past Life were a little fuzzy at the edges, and she could no longer remember the taste of Apples.
Beneath the quaint building was her Denn. It sported vaulted ceilings and tile floors, on top of which she had piled luxurious furs from the North, and silken pillows from the East. Her Denn as a secret place, a place where she was completely at ease, for there was only one way in and one way out, and her building knew better than to let anyone in when she wasn't about.
Her fur had grown since she had last saw it, and as she stretched, she looked about her with a yawn. Her apple barrels were empty, and her ale kegs were dry. It had been a long slumber for her. She stood, and donning her now-normal attire of boot-cut jeans and button-down shirt, she climbed the stairs to the door of her slumber-cave, and unlocked the latch.
Her shop above had been a little less dusty than before, and looking around, she knew that she needed to clean up shop for the Summer.
Stuffing her feet into her boots and rolling up the sleeves of her, now quite noticeable Burgundy pinstripe dress shirt, she threw on a vest and flipped the sign over the door.
"Welcome! Welcome," it chimed "The Rooftop Ranger is Topside at last!"
With a grin and a happy sigh, Kitt flipped her ears down beneath her long, curly hair and turned on the lights. Her small shop lit up like the inside of a dragon's lair.
You could absolutely anything shiny in this store of wonder, and maybe, someone would visit today.
The passing Winter had been harsh for many people who lived out of the way of the bustling city of Hogsmeade, and the Spring had been just as chilly, though not so much that one wouldn't venture outside to see the blossoming of the new foliage and the birthing of beasts. It was the warming rays of Summer that brought a change about the building, for it too knew of the arrival of it's owner just by the warmth of the Earth.
Kitsune Meute d'Voleur took pride in everything that she did, and Hibernating was something that she excelled at like few others. Werewolves with a little too much Fox in their veins tended to be more than just a little Mad, but then again, who wasn't these days?
The one-roomed shop that she kept open when the world was warm didn't boast enough room even for her wares, but it was the Underground that she called home when the world Topside began to get just a mite too cold for her tastes.
The time had come for Awakening.
Kitt had been away, this time, for far too long. The faces that she remembered from her Past Life were a little fuzzy at the edges, and she could no longer remember the taste of Apples.
Beneath the quaint building was her Denn. It sported vaulted ceilings and tile floors, on top of which she had piled luxurious furs from the North, and silken pillows from the East. Her Denn as a secret place, a place where she was completely at ease, for there was only one way in and one way out, and her building knew better than to let anyone in when she wasn't about.
Her fur had grown since she had last saw it, and as she stretched, she looked about her with a yawn. Her apple barrels were empty, and her ale kegs were dry. It had been a long slumber for her. She stood, and donning her now-normal attire of boot-cut jeans and button-down shirt, she climbed the stairs to the door of her slumber-cave, and unlocked the latch.
Her shop above had been a little less dusty than before, and looking around, she knew that she needed to clean up shop for the Summer.
Stuffing her feet into her boots and rolling up the sleeves of her, now quite noticeable Burgundy pinstripe dress shirt, she threw on a vest and flipped the sign over the door.
"Welcome! Welcome," it chimed "The Rooftop Ranger is Topside at last!"
With a grin and a happy sigh, Kitt flipped her ears down beneath her long, curly hair and turned on the lights. Her small shop lit up like the inside of a dragon's lair.
You could absolutely anything shiny in this store of wonder, and maybe, someone would visit today.