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*Derecho* · 03-16-2017, 06:39 PM

Derecho is tough as nails on the outside. She means that. She means to be that. There's something that lacks a healthy fear of the unknown-- no. It's an unhealthy obsession, and she's going to explore that. Wrap her hands around it and squeeze. There's something overzealous. More than excited. Too excited. She's... wild. Reckless. Reckless because of it. Not like that's a problem. Four other pups, they wouldn't even notice if she disappeared. Not like mom could see her. In Derecho's mind, it's basically an invitation.

She romps toward the stranger, not as big or as grown as Ma and Bass, but not as little as she or her siblings were. An old kid, sure. That's what she'd go with. Old enough to be here, even though he lived somewhere else. When would she be able to go out like that? Derecho burns for things like that. She wants to adventure, she wants to see the world. Being stuck on this side of the fence is so boring. "Oh hi!" Her eyes burn brightly, the blue-silver that was a genetic coinflip-- blindness or not.

"I'm Derecho," her siblings and ma called her Echo, but it seemed silly introducing herself using the nickname they'd given her. In her hours alone, the rolling thunder had practiced saying her name aloud so many times it started to lose shape in her mouth. "Abaven, Bass Destruction is our Primo," right. Bass had taken over as a sort of father figure to the bastard litter, and she was thankful for him. Good to them all. "Where're you from? You don't smell like here." Derecho's head tilts softly to the side, watching the larger creature with great interest.

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DERECHO WRECKAGE
bad bitches never die

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