|Shane Marion (wolfishane) wrote in bellumlogs,|
@ 2010-03-16 16:11:00
|Entry tags:||big bad wolf, plot: fables, red riding hood|
Who: The Wolf and Red
What: Waking up in 1007
When: 8:00 AM during Fables Plot Day,
a newly named official US Holiday
Warnings: Threats to nom? But probably nothing more horrific.
The wolf had slept on the floor at the foot of Red's bed, tired from chasing her all around the building and hungry again by the time sunlight coming in through the window woke him. His fur was warm where the light had lingered before sliding up to his eyes.
He pushed himself up, stretching out and yawning. He put his paws up on the bed. Red was still sleeping. That meant she couldn't get him anything to eat.
He paced for a few minutes, bored. The door to the bedroom was shut, so he couldn't go search the apartment for more food. He began searching the room, pushing her closet door open with his body. Nothing interesting there, just more clothes. One of the longer ones smelled like blood, old, soaked into the fibers, but that was as interesting as it got.
He padded over to Red's side of the bed, watching her, waiting for her to wake up. The eyes he fixed on her were bright blue, almost human, recognizable. When she didn't wake up immediately, he nudged at her neck with his nose.