07-04-2012, 07:44 PM
occ: Two leggys! Sucky posttt, sorry. But I wanted to get something up!
Bambi had decided against going on the voyage for multiple reasons. For one, she still wasn't very good at bartering- And that was apparently a big part of trade. It felt strange having more weight on her shoulders to protect the lands. With less members around, she had to step her game up, so to speak. As far as she knew their relationships were quite good with all the other packs, but things could easily change within a split second. She rolled her shoulders, shaking off the anxiety shudders that her thoughts had caused.
It was quite warm out, but she didn't really mind. She used to spend every single day slaving around and tending to everything, so this small trip wasn't much. She had traveled just outside of CdA to collect supplies to aid in replenishing what had been taken to be traded to other packs. The trip didn't bother her- Especially since it gave her a reason to get out of her outdoor home. It wasn't that she didn't love this pack, it was.. She just felt so restrained some times. She knew she was allowed to leave at any moment, but where would she go? Sure, she had made a few friends. But what if they didn't want to see her?
The blue eyed canine focused on her given task, bending down to observe the various plants surrounding her. She recognized one right away, commonly referred to by her old slavers as Marijuana. They used to smoke it often, which none of the slaves really minded. It made them a lot more calm, and some times even got them to nap for a few minutes. It wasn't a really heavy sleep, so now one really bothered to act out while they slept.
She plucked the ditch weed with ginger fingers, placing it gently within her basket. She reached down to scratch her leg, caught off guard by the deep scars that she had not yet grown used to. She pulled her paws away quickly, now looking down at them with disgust. Bambi got back to her feet, scanning to see what other plants would catch her eye.
Bambi had decided against going on the voyage for multiple reasons. For one, she still wasn't very good at bartering- And that was apparently a big part of trade. It felt strange having more weight on her shoulders to protect the lands. With less members around, she had to step her game up, so to speak. As far as she knew their relationships were quite good with all the other packs, but things could easily change within a split second. She rolled her shoulders, shaking off the anxiety shudders that her thoughts had caused.
It was quite warm out, but she didn't really mind. She used to spend every single day slaving around and tending to everything, so this small trip wasn't much. She had traveled just outside of CdA to collect supplies to aid in replenishing what had been taken to be traded to other packs. The trip didn't bother her- Especially since it gave her a reason to get out of her outdoor home. It wasn't that she didn't love this pack, it was.. She just felt so restrained some times. She knew she was allowed to leave at any moment, but where would she go? Sure, she had made a few friends. But what if they didn't want to see her?
The blue eyed canine focused on her given task, bending down to observe the various plants surrounding her. She recognized one right away, commonly referred to by her old slavers as Marijuana. They used to smoke it often, which none of the slaves really minded. It made them a lot more calm, and some times even got them to nap for a few minutes. It wasn't a really heavy sleep, so now one really bothered to act out while they slept.
She plucked the ditch weed with ginger fingers, placing it gently within her basket. She reached down to scratch her leg, caught off guard by the deep scars that she had not yet grown used to. She pulled her paws away quickly, now looking down at them with disgust. Bambi got back to her feet, scanning to see what other plants would catch her eye.