07-20-2011, 10:11 PM
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| Bloody. The term to describe her paws if Gypsy hadn't long ago formed callous on her travels, her once sore body showed no signs of protest as she trotted along. Her head down to admire the new smells and border she found herself drifting along. It had been a fortnight since she had first laid claim to finding a land belonging in anothers territory, her heart originally racing by the thought of finding strange inhabitant along the sandy beaches she now sunk into. However, her new emotional feelings towards the find were much different, in fact she was nearly jumping from her fur at the thought of possibly being accepted into the pack presented in front of her, but first she had to pick up the scent of some nearby. Placing her black wet nose to the ground she fought the raging salty air, and fishy smells to find a more timid odor, a more musky smell of damp fur, or fresh markings. It had been a long time since she had interacted with other canines, the thought doing little to settle her nerves she gave a huff. Her nose releasing all the collected sand to free her passage way up for breathing and discovery once more. Taking a cautious step forward she danced along the border presented in her path, her body keeping low and humble while she searched with glittering Emerald eyes. Moving her bushy tail low, she settled it against her legs, her ears keeping gently tilted downwards, to show no mean of harm or hostility toward any of the pack members she might find. The audible sound of Boris squeaking confusion in her ear caused Gypsy to let out a little howl, she couldn't help but raise her ears to find any callings back. Shifting to the right of the land her eyes fell to the crisp waters, the striking white foam spreading out across the burning sand in a natural display of brilliance. Still, the mere thought of the knowledge able to be consumed by secret dwellings peaked Gypsy's interest greatly, the thought of joining this pack growing more and more. Becoming slightly more desperate to find anyone to answer her she let her head fall back. Is anyone there, she cried aloud her ears perking once more to see if she would be answered. The crash of waves increasing the level of difficulty to quite a sum of annoyance, while Boris continued his useless squeaking while he shifted along her back in exploration. |
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