Requim you ROCK!
By Sara-Joe!
By KIRI!
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Threads Character Description Svara is a lanky wolf with long legs, and a thin build. She has green eyes that stand out against her darkish coat that is mixed with greys, her head is almost black in places, while her muzzle is surrounded in white. She is tall of course with her lanky build. Although she is young she has scars on her body, most from self infliction. Her name is carved into her right forearm and smaller scars are on her body from fights or encounters with other animals. |
By Syd
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She had left the den around the time the sun was rising, just enough time to get away. At this point she just wanted to be able to walk by herself. The scent of trees and life was strong in her nose, making the red she wolf notice how much her sense of smell had strengthened. Though darkness was all that she could see before her, the image in her mind was painted with those strong scents and loud noises. The she wolf walked slowly so not to run into a trunk and bash her useful nose in. |
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By Requiem
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By Kat
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By Sara-joe
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talking!!!!!!!
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!! out of character.
The girl sat in an open meadow right on the border of Dahlia De Mai. Leaning back on her elbows she let the soft wind sweep over her as she thought. Her offer to leroy, her meeting with Haku, and living with Cwmfen. How long before she couldn't stay with the women anymore? It bothered her to think about it. So she didn't. The red cloth was tied around her eyes today. She usually kept it on, so the people wouldn't bother her about the scars, or her head wouldn't start to ache from trying to focus her vision. When hunting though, she took the wrap off. Svara was at least thankful she could attain her own food.
Feeling the clouds move above her, she smiled slightly and fell back onto the soft grass to lay there. She wondered what leroy was doing. Not being able to have him on the pack lands bothered her. Everyone else had their mates at their sides, hers wasn't even aloud to come say hello. It had become easier to walk off the lands with out her sight. Every day Svara became more reliant on her other scenses. She wondered how long before she forgot about what seeing had been like.