03-02-2011, 04:27 PM
Well, should I assume that Nymfes Fengari have been stablished? btw, OMGL, sara is gay? God, how cute >DD PS: hover for translaton ^.~
Too much work. Way too much. Atalanta's idea of settleling down a pack in these lands didn't sounjd bad back then, but now that they had and the both women had so much to do. Too much. Way too much.
She knew she couldn't allow herself to waist time, but her brain was almost boiling up inside her brain. If she doesn't take a time out, she would have to live up her life as a vegetable or something, since her brain would have turned into a gooey soup or something.
There she was, walking around their freshly claimed lands when the sound of clangs and clings came not far from where the sandy female stood. Iokheira, her Kestrel, squawked from above, showing her the direction.
Not 2 minutes later, she arrived at Io's place. Low voices came from inside, and the mixed wolf realized the female and her son were talking. Not willing to eavesdrop on them, she clapped her hands lazily. In her city, it was their way of knocking at someone's door. [html]"Kápoios spíti?"[/html] She spoke softly so that they would know it was her. Iok cried lowly as well, landing on the tree Iola stood close to.
Too much work. Way too much. Atalanta's idea of settleling down a pack in these lands didn't sounjd bad back then, but now that they had and the both women had so much to do. Too much. Way too much.
She knew she couldn't allow herself to waist time, but her brain was almost boiling up inside her brain. If she doesn't take a time out, she would have to live up her life as a vegetable or something, since her brain would have turned into a gooey soup or something.
There she was, walking around their freshly claimed lands when the sound of clangs and clings came not far from where the sandy female stood. Iokheira, her Kestrel, squawked from above, showing her the direction.
Not 2 minutes later, she arrived at Io's place. Low voices came from inside, and the mixed wolf realized the female and her son were talking. Not willing to eavesdrop on them, she clapped her hands lazily. In her city, it was their way of knocking at someone's door. [html]"Kápoios spíti?"[/html] She spoke softly so that they would know it was her. Iok cried lowly as well, landing on the tree Iola stood close to.