05-03-2009, 12:11 PM
Private for Conor Soul. Word Count: 325
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Embarking more and more from her comfort zone within the church where Cercelee was keeping the de Sadira litter at bay, Catalyst happened to wander down the haphazard singular path that led to Whisper Beach. Today was a pleasantly sunny day, warm with just a right breeze to top the day off as content and carefree. The dual eyed female was quick to learn that beyond the church doors rested a world far beyond the expansion of her imagination and anything she ever envisioned before. Cercelee was a generous guardian, slowly letting the seams slip for the pups to eagerly get outside and explore what the world had to offer, as long as it was in considerable reach of the church, and within the Dahlia de Mai borders especially.
Her wanderlust led her to the sandy beach, her paws instantly sinking into the grainy sands. It was a sensation never felt before, the weightless like feeling of walking on ground that was completely sinkable, moveable, giving to her paws. Peering down at the sand, her head tilted to the side in question, her blue and silver eyes analyzing what this could possibly be, where it came from, and why it was here. The world was hers for the taking and learning, and for some reason this sand (which not to forget tickled immensely between her paws and claws) made her slightly smile. It made her feel this sense of joy, and a sudden burst of playful nature came about her. Moving and digging her paws deeper into the sand, she found that she could completely submerge her paws within it, and quickly would then toss the feather light sand about. Such an action was amusing to her, entertaining to say the least, and it made her issue a soft giggle to herself as she continued to toss the sandy gravel of the beach this way and that, making a rain of granules all around her.
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Embarking more and more from her comfort zone within the church where Cercelee was keeping the de Sadira litter at bay, Catalyst happened to wander down the haphazard singular path that led to Whisper Beach. Today was a pleasantly sunny day, warm with just a right breeze to top the day off as content and carefree. The dual eyed female was quick to learn that beyond the church doors rested a world far beyond the expansion of her imagination and anything she ever envisioned before. Cercelee was a generous guardian, slowly letting the seams slip for the pups to eagerly get outside and explore what the world had to offer, as long as it was in considerable reach of the church, and within the Dahlia de Mai borders especially.
Her wanderlust led her to the sandy beach, her paws instantly sinking into the grainy sands. It was a sensation never felt before, the weightless like feeling of walking on ground that was completely sinkable, moveable, giving to her paws. Peering down at the sand, her head tilted to the side in question, her blue and silver eyes analyzing what this could possibly be, where it came from, and why it was here. The world was hers for the taking and learning, and for some reason this sand (which not to forget tickled immensely between her paws and claws) made her slightly smile. It made her feel this sense of joy, and a sudden burst of playful nature came about her. Moving and digging her paws deeper into the sand, she found that she could completely submerge her paws within it, and quickly would then toss the feather light sand about. Such an action was amusing to her, entertaining to say the least, and it made her issue a soft giggle to herself as she continued to toss the sandy gravel of the beach this way and that, making a rain of granules all around her.
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