Post by Leah Clearwater on Dec 22, 2009 21:47:50 GMT -5
Maybe there's another way ,
Leah was bored. Bitter and bored did not mix well.
Of course, Leah had become a lot more bitter since she had turned into a wolf. The period between Sam leaving her, and her shifting had been a short one but it had started the bitterness. Hell, she had actually loved him. But apparently she was no good for carrying on the gene, and instead had to be the only female werewolf. She was a genetic dead end, that she knew well. She was just the freak! Even with perfect Quileute genes, it would never even matter. She was no good for it.
Currently, the bitter wolf girl was standing at the cliff, where only the Pack dived off of. Leah was simply wearing shorts and a tank top, having just phased back. It was easiest just to run straight through the forest to get here, quicker than following all of those strange trails that had been made of the year. Her judging eyes looked over the ocean before her, her lips pressed in a tight line. Perhaps she'd be able to appreciate it if she was a happier person, if she wasn't what she was. Perhaps she'd be pleasant to be around. But they'd never know.
