01-01-2008, 06:37 PM
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It had simply been her time to go. She felt she needed to get away from the home she'd always known and start new. Of course, that had been back in April when she'd just turned a year old. She'd done quite a bit of traveling since then, never really settling down in one place for very long. Flick wondered if this place would be any different from all the others she'd come across. There had been numerous tribes and packs that had offered to take her in, but she always refused, telling them she wasn't worth their trouble.
There were also those that shunned her because of her bloodlines, laughing behind her back and calling her a halfling. She shrugged them off as best as she could, but sometimes that really got to her. Who were they to judge? Her coyote showed through only in her smaller stature and slightly more angular face. Other than that, she looked more like a wolf than a coyote any day. Her mottled coat had shed into something of an off-white color, and her eyes had only darkened and grown desaturated with time.
Flick wasn't quite sure what had drawn her to this dead forest. It was really quite depressing once she thought about it, but she couldn't help but see the sheer beauty behind it. The hybrid wondered if there had been a fire or some other natural disaster here that caused it to look in such a way, but she couldn't be sure. She'd always preferred walking on two feet, and that was the form she was in now. Still slightly shorter than most wolves in this form, but she didn't mind. She had all the cunningness and stealth of a coyote to make up for her stature.
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It had simply been her time to go. She felt she needed to get away from the home she'd always known and start new. Of course, that had been back in April when she'd just turned a year old. She'd done quite a bit of traveling since then, never really settling down in one place for very long. Flick wondered if this place would be any different from all the others she'd come across. There had been numerous tribes and packs that had offered to take her in, but she always refused, telling them she wasn't worth their trouble.
There were also those that shunned her because of her bloodlines, laughing behind her back and calling her a halfling. She shrugged them off as best as she could, but sometimes that really got to her. Who were they to judge? Her coyote showed through only in her smaller stature and slightly more angular face. Other than that, she looked more like a wolf than a coyote any day. Her mottled coat had shed into something of an off-white color, and her eyes had only darkened and grown desaturated with time.
Flick wasn't quite sure what had drawn her to this dead forest. It was really quite depressing once she thought about it, but she couldn't help but see the sheer beauty behind it. The hybrid wondered if there had been a fire or some other natural disaster here that caused it to look in such a way, but she couldn't be sure. She'd always preferred walking on two feet, and that was the form she was in now. Still slightly shorter than most wolves in this form, but she didn't mind. She had all the cunningness and stealth of a coyote to make up for her stature.