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If, however, you enjoy smut with a somewhat decent plotline… I hope you enjoy!
There are moments when Sarah seems to be conversing with herself. In a way, that is exactly what she is doing. She is speaking with her inner self, her animal.
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She was taking her time exploring her new territory. Running the perimeter daily to ensure that her scent was fresh, it's meaning unmistakable to intruders, warning them that to cross her lines could result in a very painful deal. For them.
It was during one of her explorations that she stumbled across something she had, surprisingly, never noticed before. A small cabin sat tucked away, almost completely hidden by trees. She probably would have completely overlooked it had she not been taking her time.
A bit unsure of herself now, she surveyed her surroundings cautiously. She was so certain that she was alone out here. There was no indication of any humans that had settled here. No trails, nor any other debris that humans normally leave strewn about.
The cabin was quiet and dark inside. There was no indication that any occupants where home.
Taking a small step towards it, she could feel her curiosity getting the better of her. The need to explore this new discovery guided her careful steps to the door. Wasting no time, she tentatively pushed it open; letting it swing and hit the wall behind it.
The sound echoed through the empty house. Stepping carefully into, what she assumed to be, the living room she took delicate sniff of her new surroundings.
No one had been here in a while. Yet the place was obviously still being maintained, definitely not abandoned. There was a faint undertone, a scent that she caught that made perk up with alertness. It was spicy, masculine. Interesting. Like everything else though it was a faded hard to get a good read on, at least in this room.
Moving on, she strode further into the room, trailing her fingers along the back of the long leather couch that had been crammed into the small space. Situated in front of it was a dark wood coffee table, and along the walls bookcases filled to the brim. There was a large stone fireplace on the far wall, but nothing else of much interest in the room.
Walking down the hall she spied a kitchen. She rummaged through the pantry and cupboards, thoroughly displeased when she found absolutely nothing interesting inside. Just a bunch of cans and other common items. She quickly moved on, continuing down the hall until she came across the bedroom.
Practically giddy with excitement she glided in the room, a wide grin adoring her face her prominent fangs poking out over her bottom lip. It definitely wasn't every day that she could poke and prod through the personal things that humans considered important to them. They were so peculiar!
She made her way to the closet, sliding the small wooden doors open. It was very organized, and the smell. Positively arousing. It was that spicy scent again, much stronger here than in the living room. Her fingers acted of their own accord, reaching out and sliding a shirt off of the hanger. It was a black, button up dress shirt. She raised it to her nose and inhaled deeply.
The smell was so entrancing. It felt like she couldn't get enough of it. It seemed so familiar, yet not. Not that that made any sense.
A grumble started in her chest, resembling a purr.
She moved on to inspect the rest of the room, unconsciously rubbing the shirt around her neck. Trying to leave as much of the scent on her as possible.
There was nothing of any real interest, she did find a small square object with buttons. She pressed some buttons and it started to glow. Utterly confused she carelessly tossed it back down on the dresser she found it on. She looked at the bed. She had always been curious as to why humans like these things. Seeing no reason to restrain herself she threw herself on top of it, bouncing a few times from the force of her impact.
It was so comfortable! It felt like she was floating on air! No wonder humans preferred to sleep on these instead of in the trees like her. She stretched out languidly, very much resembling a feline in her movements.
She laid there for what must have been several hours. Musing over who this cabin could belong to, where they were now, where they coming back? So many questions. So few answers.
She didn't want any humans wandering about her new found home… Should she kill them if they return?
Her inner self snarled viciously at that thought. Startling her to the point of bolting upright, from her relaxed position.
Can't kill.
While she was confused at the reasoning behind her inner self's statement, she couldn't help but snicker. There would be nothing hard about killing a few humans. Sure, it wasn't that tactic she normally used, much preferring to avoid as opposed to looking for it.
Looking outside she could tell it wouldn't be long before the sun set.
Deciding that she had lingered enough for one day, she fought with herself over the urge to bring the shirt, she had taken, with her and leaving it here. It's not like anyone would miss it if she took it. Besides if the humans did return, she would kill them anyway.
Satisfied with her reasoning she clenched the shirt tighter in her grasp and left the cabin as silently as she entered.