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 Life Itself, Sara/Trent
Sabine Woede
 Posted: Jul 11 2018, 12:25 AM

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Age // 73

Posts // 6

Rank // N/A

Nicknames // Sabby/Sabs

Species // African Wild Dog Shifter

Status // Widowed/Single + Heterosexual


Phoenix + EST + She/Her

Being one of the only beings in a house that ate wasn’t the worst thing in the world. They barely ate food. And those who did eat, ate junk food. Doritos and Gushers were great and all, but the shifter needed something of sustenance to survive. Then there were the young Valkyrie who did eat, but hid their food in their foods in mini fridges in their rooms. So Sabine was left to fend for herself which wasn’t the worst thing in the world. She did just fine on her own. She had a job and money so she didn’t rely on anybody else to get things for her. That’s not how things used to be. She used to be spoiled beyond belief. If she wanted something then all she had to do was ask her father and he would get it. Now though she was a working girl. It was a total 180. Nobody would believe what kind of change she had made to herself. The things she’d done and seen had changed her for the better. Not that she would have wanted them to happen, but they did and there wasn’t much she could do about it now.

It was late in the afternoon and closing in on dinner time. The sun was starting it’s decent in the western sky and her stomach was beckoning to her. She was tempted just to spoil her dinner and rip open that bag of sour cream and onion chips to snack on during her drive down the windy roads toward home. No. She didn’t want to do that. She wanted a real meal so she held out. Instead of blasting her AC, she rolled down all the windows and pulled her curly tresses back into a loose ponytail so that her hair wouldn’t blow in her face while she drove down the curvy roads. Her AC wasn’t working very well at the moment anyways so it was probably best if she didn’t try and force it to work. So with music turn up a bit, one arm hanging out the window a bit, one hand on her steering wheel, she took off with her engine roaring.

She was probably fifteen minutes away from home when all went wrong. Things were fine. She was bobbing her head to some sort of cheery tune as she drove along. The temptation to just rip open that bag of chips grew stronger and stronger, but she continued to hold out. That steak that she had picked up sounded much better than that bag of chips anyways. She had all sorts of yummy plans for it, but she needed to get home first. That was when the 74 Camaro began to stall a bit. “No, no, no… Come on…” She pleaded with the vehicle. For a second the car continued on, but then it began to stall out again. Then came the smell. Smoke? Yes. Smoke began to come out from under her hood. “Damn it…” She muttered before pulling over onto the shoulder of the road. She slowed to a stop and turned the car off once it was parked. She just sighed and leaned her back against the head rest. This wasn’t going to be good for her…

She forced herself out of the car once she reached under the steering wheel to pop the hood. She walked around to the front of the car and coughed a bit at the smoke. She pulled the hood up and looked at the engine. In truth, she had no idea what she was looking at. She was lucky she knew how change her tire. Looking at the inside of a car was essentially something foreign to her. What was she supposed to do now? Blair would come and pick her, but what was she supposed to do with her car? She supposed tow it home. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and searched for a tow truck. She was never going get to eat, huh?

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