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- Whinifred - 02-08-2009 [html] http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa22 ... rsig-3.png); background-position: top left; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
Whinifred looked up the the setting sun. It would be dark soon, but she felt no real urge to start towards home. Lifting her pink nose towards the sky she let a soft breeze blow at her blonde hair and strawberry coat. The young she wolf sat in the grass looking up and waiting for the moon. The french women didn't know what her future here would be, it was so bleak at the moment that she didn't find any interest in thinking about it. At the moment she was alone, not that the Fred found much fault in that.
Her long blonde hair fluttered around her tied back in a loose ponytail. She sighed and closed her eyes gently lay back down into the grass. The grass was soft and the snow that was in it was almost gone. Whinie didn't think much on it. She just watched the burning sun sink thinking about hunting soon. "telle beauté ne doit pas être gratuit" She whispered watching the burning sun illuminate the western skies. - Ril'o - 02-09-2009 [html]
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Fred sighed and laid her blonde head back into the grass just comftorbale where she was. With the heat of the sun disappearing behind the horizan she knew she would have to get up soon. A soft breeze shifted past the french women making her nose twitch with the scent it brought. The smell of a male wolf was in the air, the scent was strong and close by. Curiosity rose in her young heart. Sitting up quickly she took the leather hair tie from around her wrist and loosly tied it at the bottom of her long hair, so to keep it all gathered and no knotting. Once she had done this Whinnie Shifted back to her wolf form. Not tall but of a medium lean build, Fred began to trot towards the male scent she had caught a few moments ago. Her strawberry blonde coat gleamed in the fresh moon light. The grass swayed as she moved through it finally spotting the one she had scented. Her blue and half blue and green eye, focuses on him from a distance. Whinifred had yet to meet a male that wasn't insulting, and thought her french accsent was fun to mock. Whinnie hadn't expected much better, it had been why she went to one of the smallest packs. The french women could be two faced if the need came, but her true nature was a calcutive anti-social, that at times liked company.
- Ril'o - 02-12-2009 [html]
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Whinnie hadn't expected the wind to shift and for the male to come towards her. Fred was able to really get a good look at the male now. His vibrant green eyes and reddish brown coat. Fred almost felt caught up for a second. There were many like him, green eyed and handsome, but this one seemed different. Whinifred let her ears lay back flat against her skull felling suddenly akward when he spoke up. Her own knowledge of english seemed to escape her at the moment, all whinnie could remember was her french.
"Bonjour, monsuier." Fred said in her usual husky french voice. She didn't know what else to say with out breaking into a french ramble that he would surly not understand. Even with all this inner conflict Fred wasn't letting it show on her face. Like always her beautiful young features were static, with a delicate grin at the corner of her mouth. Taking in a deep breath from her pink nostrils she finished the distance between them. "Je me..... My name is Whinifred, but you can call me fred or whinnie which ever you find more tastful." The last part of the sentance faded as fred seemed to feel like she was nervous for no reason. - Ril'o - 02-18-2009 [html]
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