04-18-2012, 12:47 AM
ooc; yay shortness. sorry. 
The day was beautiful, and as the yearling sat on a large rocky outcropping jutting out of the shores of the shattered coast she felt at peace, something that seemingly hadn't been since the boreas fights. If there had been anything more since a few weeks ago, she hadn't heard, but the rest she had gained was good and almost all of her injuries were healed now due to her constant upkeep on them. Thankfully she hadn't kept any scars on her face, the ones she had kept were only from her first fight. Long but thin scars marked her chest in an X shape, usually she just ruffled her chest fur to hide them or wear the wooden necklaces she had taken to making to draw attention away from them.
The worst scar was a thick, wide scar on her right thigh, and this one was still healing though it was almost done, and for now it was wrapped with a bandage with her daggers tucked into a leather garter holder for them strapped overtop so that it looked like she simply used it for padding, as if the leader was too rough on her fur. There was nothing she could do about the scar on her back though, it followed down the middle of her back all the way from her neck to the ending of her spine and it stuck out badly, the pinkness contrasting the dark stripe she had down her back. She found these scars embarressing and did not enjoy talking about them, her beauty marred by careless wolves.
The woman raised her hand to her chest and ruffled the fur there, wishing she had brought her necklaces with her. Her mis-matched gaze fell to the ocean rocks before her and she stood up and climbed to a lower set of rocks that were being lapped at gently by the cold, salty seas, bright eyes seeking some colorful starfish that she could dry out and bring home with her.
The day was beautiful, and as the yearling sat on a large rocky outcropping jutting out of the shores of the shattered coast she felt at peace, something that seemingly hadn't been since the boreas fights. If there had been anything more since a few weeks ago, she hadn't heard, but the rest she had gained was good and almost all of her injuries were healed now due to her constant upkeep on them. Thankfully she hadn't kept any scars on her face, the ones she had kept were only from her first fight. Long but thin scars marked her chest in an X shape, usually she just ruffled her chest fur to hide them or wear the wooden necklaces she had taken to making to draw attention away from them.
The worst scar was a thick, wide scar on her right thigh, and this one was still healing though it was almost done, and for now it was wrapped with a bandage with her daggers tucked into a leather garter holder for them strapped overtop so that it looked like she simply used it for padding, as if the leader was too rough on her fur. There was nothing she could do about the scar on her back though, it followed down the middle of her back all the way from her neck to the ending of her spine and it stuck out badly, the pinkness contrasting the dark stripe she had down her back. She found these scars embarressing and did not enjoy talking about them, her beauty marred by careless wolves.
The woman raised her hand to her chest and ruffled the fur there, wishing she had brought her necklaces with her. Her mis-matched gaze fell to the ocean rocks before her and she stood up and climbed to a lower set of rocks that were being lapped at gently by the cold, salty seas, bright eyes seeking some colorful starfish that she could dry out and bring home with her.