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We wave this flag of hatred;
But you're the ones who made it.
ooc; oh its fine(;! sorry that this is so terribly fail-ish.
She supposed this place could and would suit he just fine, at least for a little while. She wasn't going to make any promises though. As if in a trance, her slender but furred fingers, adorned with her claws traced through the cold sand. Her bi-colored gaze was locked in a stare out over the rolling ocean. She seemed content, until the gentle calm was split, by a shrill whistle which came from the rear of her.
Sharply angled auds pinned back upon her slender cranium, her neck automatically jerking around, her entire upper body shifting with the effort. Blinking quickly, she finally caught the sight of the male a good amount of yards up the coast. He was waving, which obviously indicated that he fully intended on making her acquaintance. Surprisingly, Ataxia found herself not minding the coming company. In fact, she pushed her short frame from the turf, standing to brush at her fur a moment before returning the wave. She took her own handful of strides forward, but paused a moment, allowing him to come the remainder of the way. "Hello.." she greeted meekly, lacking much confidence in herself during such social excursions.
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