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Bowen



Bowen

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An icon representing the specialty Fleet-footed Fleet-footed

age
6 Years
gender
Female
gems
388
size
Small
build
Light
posts
401
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Samhain 2022Statue 3 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 3
01-31-2022, 07:51 PM

Bowen had been a little grumpy lately and more than a little disconnected. The itch had come back. The compulsion to be pinned beneath someone. She had been fighting it and the result was one irritable young woman. She had Haiku and she had Artorias sometimes, but when the mood was upon her, it wasn't always enough. That well and truly bothered her. She was trying her damndest to be faithful to the two wolves that meant the world to her but it was getting harder and harder. She understood that they couldn't always be with her and besides that, she didn't want to be a burden. Bowen felt like a burden often. Another reason to be irritated.

The caramel and cream fae lay sprawled out in the grass, soaking up some sun on one of the rare, non-rainy days. Her tail had grown in long and lay snaked out behind her in the warm grass. As she heard the swish of paws on grass, Bowen noted that she wasn't the only one with a strange new fur style. Must have been something in the water...

Briar greeted her and Bowen lifted her head from the grass, shifting to a laying curl instead of full prone. "Hello," was her simple reply. Bowen still wasn't entirely sure how she felt about the antlered fae. It would be easier if the woman was out of the picture, but that would never be the case. If she wanted any sort of relationship with Artorias, she would have to get used to Briar. There were parts of the woman that she liked. Briar was nice and had a fairly easy going attitude. However... Bowen felt jealousy towards her. Without Briar, Artorias very well may have been all hers. It was pointless to dwell on the 'what ifs' but Bowen couldn't help herself and thought about it anyway.

One russet-marked brow raised as Briar offered to teach her a bit about fighting. A lesson just for her? With a shrug and a nod, Bowen rose gracefully to sable dipped paws. She was sleek and lithe and had no doubt that she would take well to fighting. Well... to the evading part, anyway. Landing blows is the part that would take practice.

"Bowen"
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