These walls aren't talking
07-11-2017, 03:36 PM
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Alis was unsured of what to do with herself. The thought had crossed her mind more often these days - should she find a new home? A new pack that would protect her, help her grow? Here with the wide ocean not far from sight, she couldn't help but feel so small despite her large size. She was used to having two brothers; they had been so close earlier in life that they had damn near been conjoined triplets. She missed that connection - that neededness. Perhaps it was time to start searching.. But not at this moment. At this moment, there was a stranger approaching. Her posture changed immediately, taking on a defensive rigidness. Her nares worked tirelessly, searching the air to find some information on the individual. She'd met two already, but in this strange land she wasn't sure about anyone. When the scent came back as female, the behemoth woman relaxed quite a bit. She continued forward, intelligent eyes wiping over the figure just feet in front of her now. She stopped short just a few leaps from her, taking in her exotic appearance compared to her own grey-scaled. She failed to find something intelligent to say to the woman, so she decided upon an unvarnished bit of "Nice weather, isn't it?" | |
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