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Despite the midday hour all around was cast into a perpetual state of twilight. Raindrops fell between the leaves, tapping and hissing as they found their way to the damp earth below. The chill in the air drove into the coyote's coat as he walked, fur matted and limp due to the rain. Shadows followed him every step he took, voices drown out by the storm. Thunder shook the earth and someone shrieked to his left. All that followed was soft laughter. Claws sunk into the soil, legs splattered with mud to his chest and belly. He was wandering without a purpose now, everything lost with his memory.
At the base of a tree he discovered a hole large enough for his body to pass. Crouching into the darkness, he slipped within and twisted around, facing his nose toward the opening. Here he chose to rest, protection gained by the tree's trunk, however sodden the ground was beneath his feet. The scent of rot possessed the air all around him; a spider creeping on needle-thin legs along it's web across his vision. He watched the arachnid as it went, inching toward something it had snared on silken strands--himself waiting for the rain to pass before departing this tiny haven.
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!! out of character.
I'm RAGE FILLED AND YOUR RIGHT THERE!
Svara had been walking in atempts to find her male. Yes she had run him off of Dahlia lands, but she had had her reasons for it. Svara wasn't soft and loveable, but when it came to leroy she had a soft spot. The young women didn't know how she would approach him on it, but she would figure something out. One would wonder how she would find him, of course she was following scents and prior knowledge, since Leroy usually staied around here she was sure it wouldn't be to hard to find him. A scarlet cloth was wrapped around the females eyes a staff in her right hand. She carried the item not only for protection, but to make sure she didn't miss something she couldn't see.
Sighing Svara stopped when the smell of rain got thicker clogging her senses. Truthfully she hated rain. It gave her head aches and felt horrible on her skin. Growling at the thought she hoped she wouldn't get rained on, but her hopes were short lived as a few moments later it began to down pour. A angry snarl emitted from her maw as she stood there. "Fucking hate the GOD DAMN rain." She cursed violently. The blind women was about to take another step when the smell of a strange Coyote seeped into her nose. A visious growl rose in her throat and her hand went to the cloth on her eyes and pushed it off of the eye that she could see with. "Coyote? Show yourself I can smell your bloody stench." Svara said in a deep husky voice.
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