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Sparrow · 04-13-2012, 07:11 PM

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Word Count → 000 :: For Razzle-Dazzle. Big Grin Sorry if my role play is a bit rusty, still not good at entrance posts lol.

Sparrow’s nimble fingers flew around the rope as she accurately pushed one end through a loop, the other spun around to choke its partner in the hole. If her distant expression was not enough of a saw to show that the girl was nervous, her shaky yet dexterous hands reflected what yellow eyes beheld.

She scented many coyotes here, not like the other territories she passed by. The first pack’s lands ranked of wolves, and she got so terrified by the scent, the smell reminding her somewhat of Marcel, that she sprinted the last few miles that put her a good distance from the land to escape from the air that was tainted with the reminder. It had caused her paranoia; she was at first afraid that the wolves scented her, that they were somehow friends of her father, and followed her. Sparrow managed to talk herself out of that idea, saying it was just wind-carried scent, but half of her irrational mind contradicted her reason. She had scented another, distant southwestern pack, but they were so mixed that she could not tell who or what was in it; maybe a mix of all sorts of species? She did not care much for them; she was looking for the lands that held coyotes.

The fawn stared at the skull that perched on the rod, her gaze still looking directly at nothing. Sparrow was not bothered by the skulls (Seeing that they were wolf skulls helped the initial shock, however). She was scared, what if Vesper was dead and another, similar female was the one she sought after? What if that female was angered that she found her, that she was violent and wanted to kill her? Marcel would kill her if she ever crossed his path again, or worse. Maybe the female could be the same. Her whole frame shook with fear as her mind processed so many different variables—that clan might behead her for standing so long at their borders, an enemy of the clan may see her and think her of their own, the skulls will come to life and try to devour her—the list went on.

Sparrow wanted to break down right there and cry, but her fingers worked furiously at the rope, untying the complex knot she spent five minutes on in the matter of three seconds, and managed to keep a poker face on despite the storm thundering instead her head. The girl quickly tied the ends of the rope together into a singular loop, and pushed her right paw through the hole to form a loose bracelet. Another moment pass, her mind naming out horrible outcomes, and Sparrow let out a loud yap that echoed over the lands, its message showing that she was looking for a certain person and that she wanted her to come to her.

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