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ems is by nat.
For the days that had passed since Ems had traveled to New Dawn, her heart had been tangled. That strange female had left a bad taste in her mouth, and she wasn't sure what was going on with Jiva anymore. The woman was patrolling the borders, mulling over her thoughts. Idly she grabbed the long stalks of switchgrass as she walked, dragging them behind her. Exhaling loudly, her tail flicked out behind her in an annoyed manner as she gazed around with bi-colored eyes. Here was this beautiful day and the coywolf couldn't even take joy in it, her thoughts consumed by some boy. A snort came from her snout, which was almost immediately followed by the sound of a throaty howl that rang out from the borders. Raising a hand up to her chest, she ruffled the fur over her scars before calmy walking towards the sound, in no hurry.
Her heart had jumped to her throat though, more in a confused, hurtful way then anything good and romantic, she supposed this is how anxiety felt. Something heavy settled in the pit of her stomach, and the closer she came to the skulls that lined the border, the worse she felt. When she had gotten back from New Dawn she had looked over the skull of the male she had killed that lay on the borders. She decided she didn't want it there, and had hung it off of her belt. The woman had taken to the way it looked as it sit beside her shapely hips and liked the power it gave her. Today was the day she would tell Jiva just what had happened during the Boreas attacks, she had not missed his expression when she mentioned it to Zalen.
Sighing, the red-hawked male came into view, and to her pleasure looked very uncomfortable waiting at the borders. It was slightly mean for her to feel this way, but she had felt uncomfortable when all of his packmates had shown up and interrogated her, especially that damned siamese-colored fae. Sniffing to herself, she reached up with a slender hand and flicked out her hair, the wheat-tresses bouncing with the movement. A moment of vanity struck within Ems and she smiled at Jiva, knowing she was much prettier then that other female, with her shapely curves, mis-matched eyes and her beautiful, waist-length blond ringlets. She strode up to the borders confidently, wolf skull hanging at her hips.
" Hello Jiva. Welcome to Inferni borders. " The coywolf said simply, bi-colored eyes glittering in the sunlight. Delicatley she stepped over the borders, hips swaying with the movement as she approached him.
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