she always tries, truth or lie
10-15-2013, 01:03 AM
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The marked peculiar would stalk; pale emerald lanterns pinned with determination, tail level with coiled spine, chest hugging the pebbled rock-face beneath her; following the earthen rabbit with fortitude. Her stomach rumbled beneath her, and although the youth was an image of prime health, she had not long since departed from the ease of her homelands. Hunting took a look more willpower on ones own. However the rabbit would lift onto its hinds, alarmed, glancing to it?s right with the sharp turning of his delicate skull. The vulpess would lower even more so, holding her breath; but alas, it would tear away from her reach, and her half hours hard work would seem all for nothing. Something had scared the creature though, and so curiously the frustrated babe would rise herself once more, glancing out across the vast stretching of boulders and flat stones, nostrils quivering with mild interest. |