YokaiMenace
Meteorite
- Joined
- Dec 5, 2014
- Location
- NorCal
It was a good day for a walk, not too windy, the warmth of the sun keeping the edge out of the brisk air. Despite this there were only a few people at the park, some out for a stroll with their dogs and others walking arm-in-arm with a significant other. Miyu was one of the ones out by herself, enjoying the outdoors as she walked the perimeter of the carp pond.
She was a petite young woman, barely five feet tall in shoes and with small breasts, a trim waist, and slender hips. There was a certain energy about her, however, perhaps in the alert way she held her head and turned the small, rounded white ears atop it or in the spritely spring of her steps. She paused for a moment to study the fish, her sharp red eyes following their movements as she smoothed her skirt against the backs of her thighs and bent down for a closer look. The frantic twitching of her black-tipped tail betrayed her interest, and she continued to lean closer and closer until the trailing edge of her hair touched the water, the sudden ripples startling both her and the fish.
Straightening up with a soft 'tsk', she wound the offending tress around her fingers and then tossed it back over her shoulder. The carp had gone so she continued on her way, attention caught instead by a small flock of sparrows scratching about in the fallen leaves on the path. As of yet she was unaware that she had caught someone's attention.
She was a petite young woman, barely five feet tall in shoes and with small breasts, a trim waist, and slender hips. There was a certain energy about her, however, perhaps in the alert way she held her head and turned the small, rounded white ears atop it or in the spritely spring of her steps. She paused for a moment to study the fish, her sharp red eyes following their movements as she smoothed her skirt against the backs of her thighs and bent down for a closer look. The frantic twitching of her black-tipped tail betrayed her interest, and she continued to lean closer and closer until the trailing edge of her hair touched the water, the sudden ripples startling both her and the fish.
Straightening up with a soft 'tsk', she wound the offending tress around her fingers and then tossed it back over her shoulder. The carp had gone so she continued on her way, attention caught instead by a small flock of sparrows scratching about in the fallen leaves on the path. As of yet she was unaware that she had caught someone's attention.