heart is barely beating

N/A · 06-19-2013, 02:31 AM

The hyena wasn't sure what had drawn her to this land of muck, filth and fog, it was a murky place of death and disease that reminded her far too much of the insanity that had speared the first pack of crazies she had foolishly run with. Sacrifices, religious ceremonies, so many things had torn that pack asunder, so set in its old ways that it was unable to look to the future. They were annihilated as the volcano took the land for its own. Harlequin had not waited on baited breath for her supposed companions too return, the life of a rogue suited the dame, she was tempted to find a more permanent residence but she would never be accepted lest she return to Africa and fat chance of that happening. A rather undignified snort erupted from her nostrils when dual splashes graces her spinning audits and her cranium lifted. Piercing onyx eyes as black as a starless sky, resting on the wolf ankle deep in the bog.

A twisted grin, revealing rows of wickedly sharp teeth gleamed in the misty fog as she approached. Her muzzle was a great deal different, more compact, her musculature was contained in her neck and chest, a powerhouse for pure, raw, energy, she was built to bring down zebra, gazelle... most had a problem with her at first glance, Harlequin was more than used to the attention. Wolves were such finicky creatures, she stopped only a few feet away, head tilted almost curiously to the left. "Ya know love, if its fish you be after, there are plenty of other lakes that don't reek of death." The words would rumble through her vocals with a deep chuckle her voice a deep baritone that rumbled as she spoke. Laughter would dance within her gaze... she was bemused by...something.

"speeeeech"

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