we've got a city to love
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deuce, dawn's breath. :3



The cliffs and jutting pieces of scrap and rock were not easy on the poor aged fellow; his feet ached from overuse, and although he refused to look, he was well aware that the pads of his feet were bleeding here and there. It was nothing new. Unfortunately, his reaction time was now delayed compared to how fast his reflexes had been in his youth so long ago, and thus he would step on sharp pieces buried in the sand and soil and hardly begin to notice them until he had pushed his paw down as physically possible without handicapping him. The only thing he had found useful in his old age was the uncanny ability to find no reason to complain about pain; misery and hurt were far from him now, and simply living day to day was something he was perfectly happy with. It took quite a bit to upset him nowadays... that was no surprise. His old bones ached, his muscles tensed, his feet bled--and yet the dark-furred panther was often found striding comfortably to the cliff sides, where he took his time in climbing to the lofty heights where he liked to rest.


In his old age, however, he wasn't quite envious of the youth nowadays, but he did wish he still had their joints and litheness. The process of climbing was not only long and gradual, but it was rather pathetic to watch as well. He would step up to the target, slowly reposition himself, and push himself up onto his hind legs and flop his chest against the wall. His forelegs would extend up to the surface and, using his claws to uselessly dig at the rock, he would begin to pull himself up, though paired with the rather reckless scratching of his hind legs against the rock in a humorous effort for extra support in climbing. His tail would swing side to side energetically, however--it was action that came rarely for an old man. It was in this fashion that he pulled himself to the surface of a tall, flat boulder and flopped down onto his stomach, a weary smile on his old and wrinkled face as his limbs and tail hung lazily off the side. He enjoyed the serenity of the area by far--there was plenty to look at--and the danger that laid in the soil towards the outskirts was a welcome challenge. For now, he heaved a long and contented sigh, and closed his eyes for a nap in the peaceful silence.

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Here she was, wandering again. This time she was looking for the last of th herbs that migt be growing wild. She hadn't had enough time to cultivate a proper herbal garden in Phoenix valley this year; her hard work had gone to support Twilight vale, and later Crimson Dawn. Next year would be better. She would talk to naniko about getting some offshoots to transplant.
So here she was, on top of the world, it seemed. She wasn't too far from home should disaster strike. Unless, of course, she fell and broke her leg. And then she'd be in major trouble. Of course. Not a day went by without Deuce worrying about getting hurt and being unable to work for her pack. She wouldn't be able to bear it.
She sat down, not even noticing the panther nearby, thought the scent tickled her nostrils. Her mind was wandering as she stared out at the view.
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