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Rahovart


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06-03-2017, 09:11 AM
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Ooc:: Navigation for the Ancient Oaks.

There was a new, strange, and annoying sensation about the young female that she had decided instantly she hated. Females called this sensation heat, and Rahovart was learning firsthand the woes that came with it. But apart from being just a tad more grumpy than usual the femme found herself a bit more distant from her family than she would have liked at the moment. Part of that was due to her own changes, becoming a woman, and grappling with what they meant. The other…? Perhaps she was jealous of her siblings or worried that her own skills were no longer enough. Much of her solitary time had been spent either brooding or training, and right now it was the latter that held Rahovart’s attention.

Perhaps once she had satisfied her need to get better she would return full force to her family’s side, and not a moment before. She knew how her father despised weakness… and it was an obsession that she herself sought to fight off. Nose was skyward as she explored this new part of Auster, her gaze thoughtful and more than a little eager. She’d work at this. She’d become great in not just her eyes, but the eyes of others. For one secret fear of Raho was that she might be slipping up, getting weaker instead of stronger… and she refused to let that happen.

The ivy covered floor of this place… the woman liked it. It was nice beneath her paws as she explored forth. This place, though she had no name for it yet, seemed to welcome the massive woman as she searched it’s depths. She wasn’t sure where in Auster her family had settled… only that somewhere within these lands they roamed, and when the time came, well, things were going to start happening full force. She had no doubt that her father would not wait forever before making actions against the commoners of this land… and when that happened… she’d be ready.

An ear cocked back as Rahovart paused, her dull-orange gaze shooting towards a sound off to her left. Lips curled up in a snarl, tail rising above her back in challenge. Whatever, or whoever it was that dared to approach her in this state sure as hell better have good reason.

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