05-14-2009, 10:06 PM
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| http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv28 ... spring.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:top;"> Sorry for the crapness, my muse isn't the greatest. Asariel was depressed. Why, you might be asking? Well, the normally extroverted she-wolf was facing a dilemma that all young girls seemed to face: Love. The young girl was beginning to believe that she would never find love in this world, as most young girls her age do. Now, some part of her reasoned that perhaps yes, she would find love some day. But the part that was scaring her reached the majority of her thought process. She plopped herself down with a heavy sigh, trailing her long fingers through her auburn tinted waves. She failed to notice that she wasn't alone; with a startled gasp she stared at the little coyote girl. "Oh, hello there," she said, a sheepish expression crossing her pretty face, "I'm sorry, I didn't notice you there, my name is Asariel." |