These shoes were made for walking {O P E N}

[ROBIN MORGAN LOPEZ.]

If there was one thing she was used to feeling, it was the urge to bite her brother really quite hard. The only thing holding her back was the knowledge that with the bite would come the transformation, and with the transformation a prolonged lifespan. Of course that would mean she would have to put up with him for longer than she was comfortable with. Preventative measures had to be taken, and for that Robin decided that the only viable option would be to leave the premises. Perhaps she would go for a walk, allowing some time and distance between her and her sibling.

Swiftly she was out of the house, with one last parting word that she knew her mother would be horrified and her brother, well he would be stunned. She moved down the lane, her brother’s old waistcoat her only protection from the freezing afternoon air. She reasoned that she could go back, grab the nearest coat and be gone before anybody could say anything, but her pride would not let her. She had stormed out, and going back would ruin her point. She could sneak in, she supposed, but the odds of her getting in and out of a house with only three rooms were very small indeed. Swearing lightly under her breath she did the only thing she could to warm up. She ran.

She always did like running, the freedom it gave her. It gave her the feeling like there was only her, that nobody could ever catch her so long as she ran. Being a werewolf only enhanced her ability to run, letting her run faster, further and longer. Just one of the reasons she loved being a werewolf. Still even a werewolf could not run forever, and eventually she could run no more, stopping suddenly. Exhausted Robin wobbled unsurely towards the nearest source of support she could find, a small cobbled wall separating one field from the next. Flopping helplessly to the floor, she could do nothing but close her eyes and laugh contentedly.

She only rested a short while before her eyes opened and she studied the vast expanse of sky above her. She had seemingly been out of the house for approximately two hours, and by doing a few estimations she would be quite a way from her family, and that suited her just fine. If she stayed away another few hours her mother would panic, her brothers would worry, a family search party would perhaps be formed. It had happened many times before, and would most likely happen many times before, but here in the middle of the countryside, far away from civilisation she couldn’t find it within herself to care.

CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS someday – nickelback WORD COUNT 452

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