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my nymphetamine girl !
Kansas never bothered with keeping his coat spotless. He didn't see the point of spending time cleaning himself off when he never knew when he would get dirty again. As a teen, he'd been much more concerned about it, but now things like that seemed stupid to him. Besides, his coat didn't ever get obscenely filthy (although today was an entirely different story).
About a half hour passed, and he young man spent that time taking in the areas of AniWaya that he could see from where he sat - the beginning of a field was ahead, rimmed by forest. With the sprouting wildflowers, Kansas could see why Ember had chosen to live here. He was sure there were other reasons, but he knew he had little to no chance of ever knowing them, even if he did see her today. His siblings rarely shared things like that with him.
He was surprised when the sounds of someone approaching caught his attention. Kansas watched as the male neared, and at first, he seemed like no more than a pale-colored wolf, like him. But as he drew up to him, the Sadira noticed the array of scars and beads decorating his body, the brown collar around his neck. His eyes were bright but lacked pupils - something Kansas had never seen before and found frightening. The other didn't speak. He merely came slightly closer as the downpour intensified. "Ah... hello," he began. "I'm... my name is Kansas." Hopefully this might prompt the scarred wolf to give his name as well.
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