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Ragnheiðr

Loner

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
158
size
Large
build
Light
posts
53
player

Christmas 2019Treat 2019
05-29-2019, 08:32 AM

RAGS
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Rags had her eyes trained on a nearby frog, her mouth slavering. It had been a while since she'd last eaten. With her clumsy limbs, it was beyond difficult to secure prey without giving up her location while stalking. This was a source of endless frustration - when her mind couldn't quite keep up with her limbs, she felt absolutely useless. Theoretically, she understood that if you leaped and pounced on the frog, gobbling its head off, he would be a tasty snack. But she knew if she even attempted that, she would wind up face-first in the pond. Living by herself was difficult. It was mostly long walks towards the scent of carrion.

"Oof!" Rags grunted as Torin was upon her. His pounce drove her closer to the water's edge, and she tripped forward into the pond as she tried to stand. Gasping and standing upright in the stagnant water, Rags whined and lowered her head. Her tail hung loose and low as always, and her ears flopped forward. "M'sorry, give me a moment!" Rags pleaded, carefully picking her way to the pond's shore. Once she was on dry land, she carefully laid down on her side. "Hold on, this gives me some trouble," she said, grunting and struggling to use her somewhat numb limbs to roll onto her belly. Once she was finally prostrated appropriately, exposing her vulnerable stomach and ribby upper body. "Didn't mean any trouble, just looking for a spot to rest!"