11-01-2009, 02:43 PM
Emma is around the border so outsiders are welcome.
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At three months old, she felt rather tall. She grew so much in the last month but she didn't notice. She changed every day and just felt like she was one step closer to finding her family. Today, however, Emma decided to leave the territory as long as she could work up the courage. The pack wasn't very helpful, she felt tossed aside while given the occasional meal and making sure they were okay. She did not know the workings of the burden but she felt it, she felt the air around them was not the same. She was not happy and could not find herself in anything other than sadness and emptiness and she could only do her best to make herself happy.
The young girl stood around, hovering the borders of the pack. She had been standing there for some time and never crossed the borders, she never found herself on the other side and running to find her father. Who was to say he was anywhere around here? Was it a feeling? Her golden speckled eyes narrowed, watching ahead of her and just hoped something good would happen. A push or shove across the borders, to have her legs move until they found what she was looking for. It hurt every day that she did not have her family. When Emma realized she was not going to be able to gross the borders, her legs collapsed beneath her, fear overwhelming her growing form. A shiver ran down her spine and her paws crossed over her face and feeling like a failure.
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At three months old, she felt rather tall. She grew so much in the last month but she didn't notice. She changed every day and just felt like she was one step closer to finding her family. Today, however, Emma decided to leave the territory as long as she could work up the courage. The pack wasn't very helpful, she felt tossed aside while given the occasional meal and making sure they were okay. She did not know the workings of the burden but she felt it, she felt the air around them was not the same. She was not happy and could not find herself in anything other than sadness and emptiness and she could only do her best to make herself happy.
The young girl stood around, hovering the borders of the pack. She had been standing there for some time and never crossed the borders, she never found herself on the other side and running to find her father. Who was to say he was anywhere around here? Was it a feeling? Her golden speckled eyes narrowed, watching ahead of her and just hoped something good would happen. A push or shove across the borders, to have her legs move until they found what she was looking for. It hurt every day that she did not have her family. When Emma realized she was not going to be able to gross the borders, her legs collapsed beneath her, fear overwhelming her growing form. A shiver ran down her spine and her paws crossed over her face and feeling like a failure.