10-20-2008, 12:49 PM
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Shakily Adelaida seated herself, the chinchilla slipping over the wolf’s back and scurrying about the rocks and sand, trying to find something to chew on. Adelaida watched Pickles for a moment, then turned her eyes back to Savina. Thankfully the female could sense Adelaida’s hesitance, her lack of social skills, and she took the lead. Better yet, the female had chosen a topic Adelaida actually could speak about. Often, when meeting strangers, Adelaida couldn’t find herself interested or knowledgeable enough to converse with them, for often they picked topics that Adelaida couldn’t care less about. Shaking her head, Adelaida answered the female, her voice just the tiniest bit more confident. No, these lands have always been my home. I was actually born here but my family left to escort my father back to his birthlands, and when I returned the population had exploded. All the wolves had come flooding down the moutains, invading her home and changing her life. Despite having months to grow use to the idea, Adelaida still found it overwhelming at times.
My sister has returned as well, she lives in Dahlia de Mai now, but I haven’t found myself a pack yet. Bitterly, Adelaida still blamed Alexey. They were suppose to have made a home together, stuck by one another’s side, and yet they were now at odds with each other. You came from across the ocean? Adelaida took a guess, it seemed, from her past experiences, that those with thick or strange accents did, but she couldn’t be sure. It was still hard to wrap her mind around the idea that other places aside from the lands she had seen existed at all.
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Shakily Adelaida seated herself, the chinchilla slipping over the wolf’s back and scurrying about the rocks and sand, trying to find something to chew on. Adelaida watched Pickles for a moment, then turned her eyes back to Savina. Thankfully the female could sense Adelaida’s hesitance, her lack of social skills, and she took the lead. Better yet, the female had chosen a topic Adelaida actually could speak about. Often, when meeting strangers, Adelaida couldn’t find herself interested or knowledgeable enough to converse with them, for often they picked topics that Adelaida couldn’t care less about. Shaking her head, Adelaida answered the female, her voice just the tiniest bit more confident. No, these lands have always been my home. I was actually born here but my family left to escort my father back to his birthlands, and when I returned the population had exploded. All the wolves had come flooding down the moutains, invading her home and changing her life. Despite having months to grow use to the idea, Adelaida still found it overwhelming at times.
My sister has returned as well, she lives in Dahlia de Mai now, but I haven’t found myself a pack yet. Bitterly, Adelaida still blamed Alexey. They were suppose to have made a home together, stuck by one another’s side, and yet they were now at odds with each other. You came from across the ocean? Adelaida took a guess, it seemed, from her past experiences, that those with thick or strange accents did, but she couldn’t be sure. It was still hard to wrap her mind around the idea that other places aside from the lands she had seen existed at all.