Little girls, little girls
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She had gotten one of the creatures to help her make her crown before she had given in to her hunger and slain the creature. Now her muzzle was covered in its blood, a wreath of dandelions and other flowers atop her off-white head. She had mastered speaking to most lower creatures like squirrels and rabbits and had gotten this one to trust her before she had ultimately ended its life after it had done what she'd wanted it to do.


Wretch licked her lips before setting the stripped carcass aside. There! She felt much better now that she wasn't hungry...she was ready to go out and explore Dahlia some more! The little girl headed for the beach, loping along as well as she could on three working paws. She didn't dare put that much weight onto her previously broken leg yet. It would take a few more weeks before she'd be ready for that.


The tide pools of the beach intrigued the youngster. She stared down into them, emerald gaze observing the wealth of life within. It was somewhere along this beach that Saul had found her after her accident, she had been told. She stood back from the pool, looking out at the ocean. What if it hadn't spat her back out when it had taken her?

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Hello =]

Today was a nice day to walk on the beach. Axelle loved the sensation she got from the sand between her toes. She was in Lupus form today, and then last time she was here she had been in Secui. That was a bit more sensational being more heavy and all. Axelle walked along the shallow waves, letting the ending of the waves run along her paws.

She didn’t expect to see anyone here since it was now the remnants of Dahlia de Mai. Well, because of it being the remnants of Dahlia de Mai, she could freely and frequently come to see her friend, Dracula, whenever she wanted without trespassing. She was walking with her head down, looking at the waves rolling over her moving paws. It made her dizzy at times, but she staggered and was alright after looking around for a moment. When she looked up the last time, she saw a small gray wolf limping around in the sand. She seemed to be alright, despite missing a working leg. She peered into the tide pools littered around the beach. Tide pools. They were fun to look in. Axelle agreed in her mind.

She didn’t want to scare the little female, so she kept walking along. She passed her, and walked toward a farther corner of the beach away from the tide pools. She stopped walking, and sat far enough where the waves wouldn’t touch her. She didn’t want to have a wet rear, too. That was uncomfortable. If the young female wanted to come over to her, she was free to, but as for Axelle, she felt she was in other’s business too much. It was common for others to be around each other as Souls was growing in population. There was bound to be other wolves where she was at times.

Axelle peered over toward the female, and smiled. She remembered when she was young and used to be extra curious about everything. Tide pools still interested her, and she so would go over and look into it. Then she turned away, and stared out into the ocean. The blue waters rolled in and out, with white foamy waves crashing onto the shore. Her two-toned body sticking out from the tan colored sand. She couldn’t hide here, it would be impossible.


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