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Finch I

Loner

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Medium
build
Medium
posts
182
player
Evelyn

Famous
09-25-2015, 08:18 PM



As the massive star layed down on the ground, she shied back and hid her face back in her bush, until he was flat down on the earth. She peeked at him again, ears still pressed against her head as her pink and black nose stuck out of the bush. When he said that he wasn't a star, the rest of her face came out as she made her way out of the safety of the bush, sitting low to the ground in front of him. Finch was a more irrational shy wolf, pretty much everything scared her. Her ears pulled upwards as he said that he was a normal wolf, and that everyone from his home looked like that. "B-but t-then w-w-why d-did y-you f-f-fall?" Finch asked softly, her big blue eyes blinking as she tried to understand. When he said that she looked funny, she blinked even faster. "b-but I a-am s-so p-p-plain! H-how d-d-do I l-look f-funny?" The young girl questioned. When the starry wolf introduced himself at Mithras, she smiled softly at him. She was about to introduce herself when a soft thrill came from the sky, making her head rise upwards to look at the tiny owl-looking finch. It was her friend Civetta! Her tail thumped on the ground as the tiny finch landed on the girl's head, her black beady eyes looking down at the wolf as she pecked at her head softly. "Finch! I have been looking everywhere for you! Did you get lost?" The girl whined, careful not to nod and knock her friend off her skull. That is when the little bird noticed the giant wolf laying on the earth in front of her wolf friend, feathers puffing up at the giant. Civetta knew that Finch didn't like strangers, but he was pretty to look at. "Did you find another pretty thing for your collections, Finch?"

Finch giggled at the bird, looking back down at Mithras. She felt a little bit more relaxed now that her bird friend was here, the double-barred finch usually did most of the talking for her, so it didn't hurt her throat as much. But the bird thought that she was going to collect Mithras! Her gray and white tail wagged on the ground a few times, even though she still shuffled on her paws slightly. "M-my n-name is F-finch, a-and t-this is C-c-civetta." She introduced.

"SPEAK"
"CIVETTA SPEAK"