coming out of her shell

[Mayflower Kowl]

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Out of Character

In Character

Being smaller than others was a preference of Mayflower's, as her personality matched with her small demeanor. Even in her more human-like apperance she was only just an inch above five feet. The austrailian shepherd jumped at the sound of a voice, which was much louder than her own measely squeaks. The childish female, not wanting to seem as though she was the odd one out, shifted into her optime form, which was the one the other creature held at present time.

"Hello, she squeaked in response, shoulders hunched over slightly. Her stature gave a thin explination of her personality, as she always tried to appear small. The only time she might not do so is if she were proudly walking around with her brother Helios, but she had not seen him for many, many days. Where he was, she did not know, but worrying of that wasn't for the present, as she doubted that they were in dire need of eachother to survive.

Daring to step forwards, Mayflower lowered her head, lower paws stepping gingerly on the leaf and twig strewn ground so that she might not startle herself and step on a twig as she so often did, but the canine was very nible. Mayflower, breaking the silence, sneezed, hopping backwards at the noise that held such a high octave. She looked at her muzzle, and the only way to do so was to go cross-eyed, which made her look much more pathetic than she did so. Timidly, she raised a hand to brush away a beetle that'd crudely landed on her dirty pink and black nose, blinking and looking back at the stranger, still hunched over so that she seemed even smaller than her stature of five foot one.