01-08-2009, 12:04 AM
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Geneva trodded through the snow, grateful there had been a break in the storms. She had spent a lot of time outside as of late, and though she was growing used to the cold, she still quite disliked it. She was now exploring a new territory today, as was her custom every few days. With each outing, her discomfort disappated and she found it easier to leave Crimson Dreams. There was something about home that always called to her, but her insecurities were becoming things of the past. A bright flare of color caught her eyes. She meandered toward the color, so out of place in the landscape of grays and whites. Geneva herself blended well with the scenery, her light gray pelt a complement to everything around her. The light purple was certainly something strange to see. Her eyes widened when she saw a small pup. She wagged her tail slightly. "Hey pretty girl. Are you lost?" she asked, trotting into view. |