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Laeta

Somnium

Intermediate Navigator (40)

Expert Intellectual (135)

age
7 Years
gender
Female
gems
191
size
Small
build
Light
posts
162
player

The Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 3
09-22-2019, 08:14 PM

The lake was an expanse of ice and very little else -- its behemoth cold wrappings of chill and frost silently blanketed the territory with a hush of white. The morning's light would've peeked through, had the dismal grey clouds of the volcano's wrath had not covered its path. The frozen lake was, in and of itself, almost entirely void of life. Only the glowing plankton that bloomed beneath the lake's forest could be made visible with every stop one took. Not Lae, however. She wandered the land like a silent black phantom, making little tracks and her entire existence shrouded in soft whispers of pawsteps and nary a sound from her obsidian lips.

The little yearling, small enough to be mistaken for an older pup (or even a coyote, if they even dared wander these parts), slowly crept about the basin of the lake, watching the expanse with expressionless ruby eyes. She never showed her emotions on her sleeve -- to her, doing such would feel like a threat to her safety and survival. She showed nothing but the hard wrappings of a cold, tough little girl. However, the more seasoned of wolves could notice that her exterior was more of an act than genuine hardness. If she ever caught herself in a spar, she would be destroyed immediately. Her slender form and light boned frame made for easy pickings.

Despite this everlasting risk, Lae kept to herself and trudged onwards to a destination unknown. She belonged to nobody, with no family to speak of fondly. Her own blood relatives made it clear she was no welcome, for the stupidest reasons ever. The tiny woman paused to sweep her gaze over the body of froze water and emptiness again, having tired herself out from the endless walking and walking. She shuddered softly as an icy breeze rustled her thin coat, and white puffs of vapor escaped her maw as she did so. There didn't seem to be a single living soul in these parts right now, except herself.
"Speech"


comin' up for air in the deepest of the deep ends
i thought i learned it all, but boom, the plot thickens
laeta has a european badger companion named melis. he can speak and is assumed to be with her at all times.