Date with Surfing Nov 6, 2008 22:33:16 GMT -5
Post by Vanessa Aldaine on Nov 6, 2008 22:33:16 GMT -5
A white wolf loped through downtown, staying to the shadows. When she neared the middle-class apartments, she slowed, tossing her white muzzle in the air to sniff for pedestrians before melting into the shadow. A flitting shadow ran through the door and leapt up the stairs before slipping into one of the apartments. Moments later, Vanessa was dressed in a straight black tuxedo shirt buttoned halfway down with a single button that covered most of her black one-piece bathing suit, as well as a black pair of short shorts. She grabbed her cell phone and checked the time. Her internal clock ticked - it'd taken her five minutes to get home; two minutes to change; and would take another six to get to the beach. With quick steps, Vanessa went downstairs and to the back of the building where her black Crotch Rocket waited in silence.
Throwing a leg over the Rocket and pulling on a coal-black helmet, she rolled it forward to the street before spinning the key and leaning forward. The motorcycle purred to life before growling pleasurably as Vanessa hit the gas and shot forward. Weaving in and out of traffic, Vanessa smiled eagerly. When she wasn't able to shift, her Rocket always gave her the necessary rush. With practiced ease, Vanessa dodged around a large Chevy and revved the engine, shooting down a straight away. The smell of sea water and sand and warmth filled her chest. She grinned wildly. She hadn't been to the beach in a few days. Slowing the bike, she parked it and hopped off. With smooth steps, she walked down to the water's edge and let the water lap at her toes. She wriggled them happily and stood up to her calves in the water while she waited for Damion and Opal.