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Post by Trevor Lewis on Jun 9, 2010 21:22:09 GMT -5
Trevor grinned as Scarlet admitted what her shifting form was. He had to admit, he saw her point when it came to hiding spots. "Yeah, I can see why you wouldn't want to make a stop in Jamaica. Might look a bit off even if you did enjoy the heat." Trevor chuckled at the thought of a snow leopard walking on the beach on a tropical island.
The seventeen year old watched as Scarlet applied a quick fix to her boots. "Duct tape can fix just about anything." He commented. It was his dad's major fix for small problems at home. Of course, Trevor's smile faded slightly as he thought of this. At such an inopportune moment too!
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Post by Scarlet Rose Jenkins on Jun 9, 2010 22:41:42 GMT -5
The sun was beginning to set, and the sky was full of pink and orange clouds. Everything seemed to glow under the fading rays of the sun. The air was colder and she was tempted to shift again, to feel the cold air ruffle her fur. But she knew she couldn't no matter what. She sighed and swung her leg over her motorcycle. "Want a ride?" she asked. She turned the key and kicked down the kick-bar. She loved the sound of the starting engine, but could do with out the smell of the exhaust. She looked at Trevor who seemed like he was still deciding. "It will be fun." she smiled.
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Post by Trevor Lewis on Jun 11, 2010 12:04:41 GMT -5
Trevor was not as apt to shifting as some others. He liked his shifting form, of course, but he could stay out of it far longer than some others. Perhaps he'd been conditioned that way, as his parents preferred that he remain in his human form the majority of the time. He felt comfortable in either form, however.
The teen eyed the motorcycle, trying to decide if he wanted to go for a ride or not. Trevor typically did not think about things for long, however, so he responded with a grin and hopped onto the back of the motorcycle. "Sure, why not? Now if anyone asks I'll be able to say I rode a motorcycle." Of course, knowing Trevor, he'd probably exaggerate the details a bit - Claim that he was the one driving rather than a girl he'd just met, but that was only if the subject came up in the first place.
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Post by Scarlet Rose Jenkins on Jun 12, 2010 0:07:37 GMT -5
She smiled. She flew off down the back country roads where she had been exploring earlier. She liked the wind in her face and everything she could pick up with her senses, sometimes more than others though. She had gotten about a mile away from the church when she came across a little feild. She pulled over and kicked down the kick stand, she gazed over the field for a minute before walking in it.
The grass was to her knee and the perfect shade of green, there were purple flowers all around the empty field. She smiled and laid down nearly dissapearing in the grass. Eventhough she was more of a winter person, she liked little things like these.
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Post by Trevor Lewis on Jun 23, 2010 13:42:55 GMT -5
Trevor had never been on a motorcycle before, so he was taken aback (both figuratively and literally) once the bike started going. Fortunately, though, he adjusted rather easily, and found that he quite liked the sensation. Trevor always had been one who liked to move fast (as evidenced by the fact that his shifter form was considered one of the most active and energetic dogs that existed). Thus, he greatly enjoyed the feeling of the wind in his hair as well.
Soon though, the bike stopped, and Scarlet dismounted. Trevor took this as his sign to do the same, as he looked around the field as well. "Do you know where we are?" He questioned her, only curious for the sake of curiosity, not because he did not enjoy this place. He might have to make his home here, although he'd have quite a task ahead of him. He did not even have a job!
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Post by Scarlet Rose Jenkins on Jun 23, 2010 15:58:42 GMT -5
She laughed. "Nope. I've never been here." she answered. She like just going somewhere without knowing where your going just to see where you end up. It made life a lot more spontanious. Her hands were fiddling with the tall blades of grass, running them through her fingers. It was one of her favorite things about spring. She missed being able to shift, to be able to see nature from a different point of view.
She sat up and took in a deep breathe of the fresh air. Her eyes drifted over to Trevor just standing there. She patted the ground next to her," Come on, take a load off." She looked around the feild and relaxed a little.
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