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That's Me, Eating A Sandwich Alone In the Bushes



Pestilence

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Female
gems
159
size
Dire wolf
build
Medium
posts
319
player

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04-18-2020, 07:48 PM


Pestilence was confident that the moment she reached her yearling milestone that she'd be out of Ashen and on her way to Legion or Fireside or whatever it was called now. The thought of desertion was the only thing she could think about what felt like half her life, ever since her father died on that volcano. Why was it that now, with freedom available at any moment she wanted, that the youth decided to stay? Whatever it was, it made her feel that much more guilty when Alarr's call rang out.

She hurried through the shrine's bleached white trees towards him, trying to ignore the itching feeling she got when she stood on the land her father so desperately spent years trying to claim. Seeing Alarr was a relief, and although she struggled with confusion and decisions to be made she couldn't help but grin at her friend. "Alarr! How'd you find me here!?" Somehow he'd found her even when Ashen had moved territories, and his loyalty surprised her. Would he be mad at her for not showing up at his borders yet as she'd planned? It didn't matter; the excitement she felt at seeing him again wore down the worry about whatever conversation might come next, and the yearling bounded toward him to tackle him into a hug.

"Speech"
"Thinking"
"You."