07-30-2009, 04:33 PM
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It's so amusing how the wolf is, they have that inbreed urge that rest in their very flesh to be in a pack. To protect the pack and all that is within it, that same urge can get many in trouble as wellin this new day of demons. Yes, Faler would call them demons and oddly they appeal to her so much, and in the same moment her body tells her to fight. It is not normal so it is hard to understand, though gods and demons always somthing Faler enjoyed reading.
Red and blue eyes looked around at the small birds that was seated up in the trees, singing their little songs all day long and flying about without a care. Give me a damn break. Watching a small blue bird on a branch the sandy colored woman turned her ears slightly, small thigns alway got on Faler's nerves one way or other. It never failed. Pushing her brows together his black lips parted in a annoyed snarl, flashing her fangs lazly at the bird Faler turned away with a loud snort.
Glancing down at her healing leg Faler's ears pushed on her skull again before fanned forward, ignoreing the wound the tan woman will finish her scouting. So what of she is not in packlands? Faler felt like walking and thats what she is going to fucking do. A small whip of her fluffy tail and she was back in motion, Faler's long legs moving with smooth movement, though a slight limp from the noticeable injury. Paws pushing into the damp ground that left behind her only traces, soon enough another rain would wash away her scent from here as well.
What Faler stummbled upon made her stop, standing between two large trees her red and blue eyes looked at the large wolf like thing before her. This one is much large then the others and she never got to see them for long, hair on end Faler locked onto the male before her that was in pain. That wasn't her problem.
Red and blue eyes looked around at the small birds that was seated up in the trees, singing their little songs all day long and flying about without a care. Give me a damn break. Watching a small blue bird on a branch the sandy colored woman turned her ears slightly, small thigns alway got on Faler's nerves one way or other. It never failed. Pushing her brows together his black lips parted in a annoyed snarl, flashing her fangs lazly at the bird Faler turned away with a loud snort.
Glancing down at her healing leg Faler's ears pushed on her skull again before fanned forward, ignoreing the wound the tan woman will finish her scouting. So what of she is not in packlands? Faler felt like walking and thats what she is going to fucking do. A small whip of her fluffy tail and she was back in motion, Faler's long legs moving with smooth movement, though a slight limp from the noticeable injury. Paws pushing into the damp ground that left behind her only traces, soon enough another rain would wash away her scent from here as well.
What Faler stummbled upon made her stop, standing between two large trees her red and blue eyes looked at the large wolf like thing before her. This one is much large then the others and she never got to see them for long, hair on end Faler locked onto the male before her that was in pain. That wasn't her problem.