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Summer Days, Drifting Away



Aryn

Loner

age
5 Years
gender
Female
gems
483
size
Medium
build
Light
posts
193
player

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01-25-2020, 06:43 PM
Find #2


Ever since the volcano had taken it's wrath out upon the land it had seemed like adventure and exploration were impossible. There was only so many times a child could wander their birth-land, only so much variation in the rocks and trees and grasses. Aryn was easy to please for a pup, though she still felt the monotony of it all. When she turned one it seemed like life opened up to her in a multitude of ways, and with barely a warning to her father the young lady always seemed to be out and about away from pack lands.

With so much to see and do, the brand-new navigator had made herself a mental list of the wondrous sights she might seek out first. Waterfalls landed near the very top of her list, and as the yearling bounded north she pictured how the water might arch over the rocks and the sound it'd make when it crashed below. It wasn't hard to find such a place, she needed only to follow the rushing river as it weaved through the dancefloor of the gods.

Upon arrival the yearling let out a pleased yip, the most gleeful smile plastered upon her lips. Without caution she leaped into the the base of the falls, kicking and splashing and echoing mad giggles off the cliffs that surrounded her. The land was so pleasant and new, each sense working over-time to take in the beauty of the world. A scent reached her then, and she realized she was not alone.

Uncharacteristic shame flooded through the yearling, and she bit her lip to stifle her giggles. Drawing upon whatever dignity she had left she stepped out of the water towards him, bending her lithe form in a respectable bow of greeting. "I didn't see you there." She admitted with a warm smile, a trace of her laughter still within her voice. "I hope I didn't interrupt your relaxation." The man was a handsome one, and as Aryn grew into maturity she'd spent more and more time dreaming of a gentleman to sweep her off her paws. A soft blush entered her cheeks, and she turned her head away shyly. Really, she couldn't help it. This was to be the first new wolf she'd met since growing up in Lirim.


"Speech"
"Thinking"
"You."




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