[SEVEN] days to the [WOLVES] -open-

[clara anne kobori]

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x. It was early in the morning. Way early in the morning. It was so freaking early that Clara, a regular early riser, grimaced at the thought of getting up this time of day- or night, if it was so. Her shell-pink lips twisted into a frown as she clipped her necklace on, followed by a pair of dark blue ballet flats. She wouldn't need a jacket-- even if a steady rain was falling, she never needed a jacket. Besides; what would the harm be in getting a cold, perhaps, for daddy dearest to worry over?

xx. Clara nearly purred at the thought. If her dad thought that La Push was dangerous for "his baby", maybe he'd move them back to Romania, where they belonged. The blonde sighed. He probably wouldn't, though. He'd probably just put her on lockdown until she was better, and then put her in a bubble until he saw fit. He despised the werewolves here and their ways, and was set on getting the stupid vampires on their side.

xxx. As Clara brooded with all the bitterness of teenaged angst, she walked down the stairs from her house and out the door silently. Everyone else was sleeping peacefully. Clara was the only one in the family that ever got up early, while everyone preferred to sleep in late. She curled her lip at the thought. That was wasting the day away. Using up valuable time sleeping was idiotic. Besides, a little exertion never hurt anybody, right?

xxxx. The street was icy cold when the blonde teen stepped out in her lack of jacket-ness. She debated whether to go back in the house to get a jacket, but bit her cheek hard to shake herself out of it as she plunged onward. She didn't really mind the cold anyway. She wasn't like those leeches, but she also wasn't totally against the cold. Yawning, she stretched, and blinked at the raindrops that hit her skin. The feeling surprised her, even though she'd known that it was raining.

xxxxx. Clara's wandering brought her to the cliffs. It was a quiet place, with only the faint chattering of morning birds in the distance and the roar of the waves against the rocks. She would never get used to this place. Hopefully, they could just defeat these werewolves and get home. She didn't have anything against them, really, save for the fact she thought their traditions weird, and so she didn't really feel like waging war. But hey, what daddy says goes. Part of the time.

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OUTFiT.