Nervous only for a little while..

Bris Stormbringer · 10-03-2010, 03:29 PM

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Welcome welcome!! I hope I've understood correctly that she's crossed over into Dahlian territory? If not, lemme know and I'll amend it. XD Also, if Mio was born in 1993, that would make her about 17 years old. Did you mean to make her that old? Because that's pretty much on the verge of, well, dead for a regular wolf without the luperci virus. This part of the RP Guide has some really useful life cycle information. Big Grin

And don't mind Bris too much, she's preggers and grumpy.
WC: 344

It was a beautiful day, though the atmosphere was lost on Bris. Recent developments within her life had left the woman with a grumpy exterior, more often than not. She wasn't quite sure what she'd done wrong, but Conor may as well have been blatantly ignoring her for all the time he'd spent with her since that magical afternoon picnic. Somehow a line had been crossed, and he'd changed toward her. The snowy Dahlian was fairly certain it had been something she'd done, and on top of that, her very body seemed to be rebelling against her. This was the second morning she'd awakened with an off-feeling stomach, and it was really starting to irritate her to no end.

Because of her sour stomach, Bris hadn't even bothered to shift into her four-legged form for her border patrol. Normally it was her favored form for the duty, as she could eat up ground much more quickly and efficiently. Yet today found her out patrolling in her larger, fully shifted optime form. It also gave the woman a slightly more intimidating air, she'd noticed. Coupled with her sour mood, the Dahlian theta appeared to be a force to be reckoned with today.

The fact that she found her first daily newcomer already on the packlands helped to worsen her mood even more. Normally, most strangers knew to stay outside of the border, howling to be seen if they were impatient. Yet blatant trespassing was highly frowned upon, and Bris' already bad mood was just made slightly more irritable. The normally polite woman lost most of her friendly edge as her fur puffed up, her tail raising into a more dominant stance, ears forward as she strode over to the trespasser. "You know, it's rather rude to enter one's home without permission. Did you need something?" Stopping a few feet from the stranger, Bris crossed her arms across her chest in agitation. Hopefully this newcomer had simply made a misstep and wouldn't need any other clues that she'd not started off on quite the right foot.

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