No One Knows What It's Like

*Agria* · 08-28-2017, 12:17 AM

OOC: Mature for Languge

Agria woke from her nights sleep, though the sun was set high maybe even after noon. She didn't care, she hadn't a care in the world. She didn't eat often and her frame showed it and she slept long hours in the morning. She drug herself out of the cavern and onto the black shores, panting slightly through her nose because of the heat that was slowly raising for the summer. Sitting, she looked out across the water just listening to the waves crash before her paws.

Eyes closed slightly as she hummed just a little tune that she made up that second. She hummed often but she never remembered if it was the same non-existent tune or just a bunch of jumble every time. She would be intereupted though, not by a wolf, but a beetle that had flown up and latched itself onto the fur of her cheek. Shaking she hissed at the insect lifting her front legs and sitting back on her rump to rub each side of her face with her paws. "Little Fucker." She spat, watching the thing fly off into the horizon. Shaking her bodice, she would return to a normal sitting position and remain looking out at the water and the wave break.

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