this is how an [ a n g e l ] cries.
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The day was beautiful, the mid-afternoon sun hung in the sky lazily and a few clouds rolled across the blue canvas slowly. Birds chirped from their homes in the trees and all was well within the clan lands. Emmanuelle was posted underneath a tree, napping in the shade. She was stretched out and her long blond hair fanned out on the ground, flowers and small shells braided into her hair. The young woman looked peaceful, a half smile painted onto her mottled maw as she rested. Her wounds were mostly healed inside and out, the only constant reminder was the thin pink scars she had retained whilst healing. A sigh exited her mouth as she stirred, eyes blinking and adjusting to the light as she woke. Emma yawned loudly and stretched her limbs, and moved from her lying position so she was sitting up. The woman looked around groggily, nose wrinkling as she noticed a new scent.

She inhaled sharply, her body growing warm. What was this? The scent was coming from her, and she felt so strange. Her body felt warm, and she started panting to try and cool down. Pins and needles started, starting from the tip of her toes and rising through her person. With a start she realized what was happening, this was heat. Growling softly she swiftly rose to her feet, feeling a range of emotions passing through her at miles a minute. The bothered female started walking quickly, her hips swaying in time with her steps. It was not very long until she stepped into a woodland area, the ground soft and springy underneath her toes. It was cooler in this area, completely shaded and safe from the suns heat due to the large trees being so close together. She weaved through the trees quickly, her mind set on one specific destination. More or less she ignored the scenery as she moved, not concerned with it just yet.

As she rounded a wooded corner her bi-colored gaze settled on the blue pool of water and she inhaled sharply again, eyes growing wide. The lake was beautiful, and she did not stay still for long. The woman broke into a jog and raced towards the water, laughing as she did. Her laugh sounded like tinkling bluebells on the wind, and she was the picture of perfection as she ran. Her long curls bounced with her movement and she gasped as she hit the water, splashing as she went in. It was so cold! It felt so nice on her heated body though, and finally that damned heat scent was muffled as she entered, though the surrounding area was covered in her scent.


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