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Zoey & Theory



Zoey

Loner

Intermediate Intellectual (50)

Beginner Hunter (0)

age
3 Years
gender
Female
gems
85
size
Medium
build
Balanced
posts
61
player
Talia

Samhain 2022Statue 2 Worship
03-21-2022, 11:09 AM

This was but the next page in Zoey’s book, the next step in her lifelong adventure. The lonely child had been forced to fend for herself far too early in life, and Solo was the beacon of hope that she didn’t realize she needed. When she was older, she’d know though. She’d know the male essentially had saved her life, being in the same place as she was. A child attempting to hunt and fight and feed themselves was far too much to bear, realisitically, and though she didn’t register the dire situation she was in, it was clear she wouldn’t have survived long if she had continued to tough it own by herself. This way, she could at least find the skills she needed to thrive in a safe, protected environment, surrounded by gentle, kind wolves who’d treat her like one of their own.

Swimming from the island of strange items back to the mainland was tiring, and she didn’t register her exhaustion until she could barely walk to the edge of the scent border wih her new friend. This young man had been kind enough to get to know her, and take her back to a place with this Theory person. They sounded a bit scary, bit he assured her she was a nice person at the same time. Still, she could only take in so much at the moment - paddling for miles through chilled waters and then walking a while after left her downy legs feeling heavy as lead poles, her goggles now feeling too tight against her face as she rubbed the still-wet straps with a soft grunt in discomfort. They were comfortable otherwise, but not for a sleepy, tired, and somewhat traumatized child.

When they finally sat down, she plunked down gratefully, her tiny ears flicking towards the brute as he mentioned how pleasant headmistress Theory was. She glanced up with her goggled eyes, her exhaustion clear in her dulled gaze. Still, they sparkled with endless curiosity as she softly said, "What’s a headmistress?" No doubt it was an important title, nonetheless. It was then the boy let out a long howl, melodious and strong all the same. Zoey watched him with childlike awe - she had tried to howl with her parents way back when, but it was more of a squeak then. She could only imagine what she’d sound like now, but she was a tad too drained to attempt it at the moment. Still, as the man inquired that she’d be happy to have her own bed, it seemed to perk her up a bit, a wide smile stretching her lips as she squeaked, "Yeah! And I can have a place to keep, um, bugs and cool plants and stuff!" She had plans to decorate her new place, it’d been far too long since she’d had her own den to call home. She waited for the leader to show up, her head sagging from sleepiness but her little tail still shuffling on the earth in a happy wag.

”Speech” ‘Think’