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not your average waste of time
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We wave this flag of hatred;
But you're the ones who made it.
A handful of days had come and past, yet not seemed as promising as this. Breathing in deeply, her bi-colored gaze was fixated upon the glowing clouds, which obscured the rising sun from sight. The thick cloud cover was tinted a radiant pastel-purple and pink mix of a color. No matter how long she stood here watching the seemingly burning clouds, the more colors her untrained retinas were able to distinguish. Sighing rather airily, she gave the lightness of her mood no further consideration, and simply let things be.
She loved the cliffs of this territory, and was finding herself sitting near a specific overhang to bring in each new by watching the brilliant sunrises. This place gave a beautifully unrestricted view of the daily happening, which drew her to this place all the more. She'd prided herself for making every sunrise each morning, weather permitting of course. Sighing lightly once more, her bi-hued gaze slid closed, still having stayed in her two-legged werewolf form. It had been so many months since she'd allowed herself to appear like this, she forgot what it was like for the most part. Her light pink-ish talons raked gently though the coarse sand-like soil beneath her, feeling the coolness of the particles against the smooth pad-like palm of her slender hands. It... wasn't horrible she supposed. Living somewhere like this made it all the more enjoyable.
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