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Post by msdmnr on Jun 9, 2009 7:53:26 GMT -5
Nami. A she-wolf wandered through the heath land by herself, the long grasses reaching up nearly to the top of her reddish coloured legs. With every step that she took, the coarse grasses itched her fur slightly, and she slightly regretted coming to the heath land. It was not the most comfortable of places.
The wolf was of an average size, although it was clear that she could probably hold her own in a fight as she did not look weak. Although she had a feminine figure, she was not exactly petite and obviously had some muscle between her thick winter pelt which had already started shedding due to the onset of spring.
Her vibrant, pretty blue eyes darted round in search for any prey which she might find. This was the reason that she had come to the heath lands because often there were rabbits and other creatures hiding in the long grasses, which might make a suitable dinner.
She wasn't particularly hungry but she was quite bored so she thought that she might be able to entertain herself for a while by tracking down some prey, or even meeting another falling moon wolf to talk to.
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Post by Paint on Jun 9, 2009 8:09:03 GMT -5
Rose lumbered as gracefully as possible into the heathland, the thousands of times she'd now crossed the scratchy grasslands making her manoeuver expertly to avoid the worst spots. Her belly was swollen with the promise of new life arriving not too long away, and she closed her eyes gently. The sunshine was quite lovely, gave a strange sense of hope among the harsh landscape, and even harsher personalities inhabiting the landscape.
Still, Rose was extremely thick-skinned, having been raised in the Moons from the moment of her birth. She'd been through enough that it would be expected of her to be bitter, twisted and hateful. But Rose considered herself above those who had let their past make them so- she had come out fighting and refused to be brought down again.
Tough thoughts were not enough to keep her on her feet for long, however, and she settled down into a lying position and breathed gently for a moment. Being pregnant was enough to make her considerably vulnerable, but she had no worries within the pack lands. Not even a Moons wolf was psycho enough to attack a pregnant wolf. She flickered her ears, sensing another around, and looked up curiously over the long grasses to see Nami. She'd never spoken to her much, but she waited until she thought Nami could see her and smiled.
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Post by webby on Jun 9, 2009 10:23:50 GMT -5
I'm going to send this to the past because of the whole Nami-mix-up thing, but feel free to post with your new character, misdemeanour (:
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