12-21-2008, 02:51 PM
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Lime green eyes flashed in the dull midday light, a shock of color against the white and gray all around. Her ears swiveled as she heard a voice, turning her head she saw a tall, noble wolf. Her voice held the ghost of authority and Geneva felt the urge to lower herself and flick her ears back, but she fought the instinct. Instead she stood tall, lifting her head as she peered up at the stranger. The effect was slightly ridiculous. Although Geneva was perfectly proportional, she was a very small wolfess. She was barely the size of an adolescent wolf, her body thin and delicate. Once, she had thought she had been a pacifist at heart, but now she was discovering that her insecurities were holding back and not a true part of her personality. "Well..." she began, although she still felt embarrassed. "I was playing, in the snow." The admission was ridiculous, but there was no reason to hide what she had been doing. It was pretty obvious. Geneva was very reserved and hated being caught when she thought she had privacy. Still, she shook her insecurity away with a smile. "What's your story?" she asked in a light, friendly tone. |