M - The dead don't like you.

Liliana Utina · 05-16-2010, 03:27 PM

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She didn’t see anything that moved, nothing but the birds were alive around this place, and that made it feel more ominous, when she turned to leave, something caught her eye. A glint of leather off the sun as she turned, she squinted and saw the bag laying on the ground just ready for someone to pick up… but was its owner there? Who would leave something so precious laying out in the middle of the open, and if it had been there a while wouldn’t someone just pick it up? She was so uncertain, it looked in good shape, and she needed a bag of her own, but making one wasn’t one of her ideas of fun. she was also feeling that if no one had taken the bag by now, the lands shouldn’t be stepped on, they might be cursed lands and that was there just to entice a wolf like her to go in. She bit her lip trying to decide whether to risk it or just walk away.

She risked it. She decided, she’d been taking risks all her life why not take another risk. As she moved closer to the tombstone, she finally spotted large sandy colored ears, and her heart skipped a beat, it scared her, well the bag had an owner and he or she was right there, she couldn’t get a scent off the wolf for the smell of the soil and dampness around her was almost overwhelming. She stopped in her tracks, wondering was this wolf nice or not? She moved away a short distance before clearing her throat and hoping to make it look like she wasn’t trying to take something that didn’t belong to her.

Um…

She couldn’t even greet the new person she was so scared. She trembled, what if the wolf attacked her, she’d have no way of fighting, she didn’t know how! Oh her luck had better hold out.

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