You can't spell slaughter without laughter

*Segolia* · 06-16-2013, 02:33 PM

Segolia wandered through these new lands. Snow crunches beneath her paws as she messed a herd of buffalo. That's odd for them to be here this far into winter, perhaps I'll hunt one of the weaker ones tomorrow. the thought absent-mindedly to herself. An even offer thought was nagging at the back of her mind. She didn't know what it meant, so she ignored it. Segolia finally came to a smash stream, frozen over. She crashed some ice with a purse and later up her fill. It was a peaceful evening, and the sunset was beautiful. Oranges, reds, yellows, little did she know that it might be her last.

After a while she crunched a few mint leaves from her herb bag and lay relaxing on the bank. The wonderful hues of the sunset warming her and making tho colours in her purely dance upon her skin. She sighed and closed her eyes, at ease.

Speech,

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