09-23-2009, 08:49 PM
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Svara lifted one paw after the other. Her wolf form tight as her muscles streched over a lean and no longer perfect body. She wore old scars and new ones, some she found interesting, others from a past that held little to no interest to her. The she wolf walked on long legs and was all but skin and bones, there was enough meat on her to show she was far from death, but it was obvious she had lived with scares food conditions for some time. Her yellow eyes were deadly as she scanned over familiar terrain. It was of no concern why she had left to begin with, her return had only been because of simple curiousity.
There was a cruelty to the she wolfs features, where once youth had hung to an unscarred complexion. One yellow eye was slightly duller then the other, only proving it's less the useful capablities. Prowling with her head low she stalked cour des miracles lands with a seductive smile. Home was always a good place to escape to. This was the place of hell, where only complications could arise. The red she wolf couldn't wait to see the king, and what had once been her mate. Svara knew for damn sure that they would not recognize the new her. |
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