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01-19-2018, 04:33 AM
Dance with the Devil || The tepid winds ruffled her fur, playing at the sparsely-adorned scruff of the woman, bred and built for the harsh terrain of the desert. She imagined the summers here were hot and arid (though not so brutal as her past home) and it was easy for her survive in the more southern regions, though her lonesomeness often got the best of her. She remained poised at the near edge of the ship, her narrow muzzle pointed downwards as she studied the way it was frozen, stuck into the ice. She was lulled by it, the whole metal construction was enormous in comparation, it was probably the most peculiar land she traveled too and this here was a new discovery. Soothed by the sounds of the wind that had grown familiar to her though from her reverie she was drawn by a voice, a native of these lands she suspected, auditory system erect upon her regalia, the babe startled momentarily before mile-long limbs carried her gracefully across the terrain. Was there another on the other side? "Who is there?" she murmurs softly, her voice slipping slowly over the words that were foreign to her, accented heavily by her arabic origins. "Who are you talking with?" she inquires slowly, tilting her skull and offering the light quirk of her eyebrow to rose. How strange to find another individual on this land, it meant she was not the only one who made this discovery and now it seemed to be more than the two of them?
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