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I’ve seen you in my dreams, who could you be?

Dunstan



Bramble

The Hallows
Envoy

Master Fighter (400)

Master Intellectual (420)

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An icon representing the specialty Tactician Tactician
age
2 Years
gender
Female
gems
68
size
Dire wolf
build
Light
posts
243
player
Bunni

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Samhain 2022
05-26-2023, 02:31 PM
Find #1



The Carpathian princess was getting close to full grown. She had seen her first birthday come and go in the blink of an eye. Being one year old really felt like… not much. As if she still had the rest of her life ahead of her. Which, in reality, she did, but that also frustrated her. Bramble wanted to prove herself! She wanted to show her father that she was brave, capable, fierce, and someone to be reckoned with. One day, she hoped she could live up to the Carpathian name.

Until then, the young girl stood at the edge of God’s Garden. Crumbling stone at her paws that flexed and dug into the dirt. Whispers of winter tickled her cheeks as the oncoming threat of snow pressed against the sky. The sun hadn’t shown itself in days and she found herself daydreaming about it. To be upon the Shimmering Shore, swimming, sunbathing, and overall enjoying herself. Not here, during this dismally grey day, sparring with a dead tree stump that she had dragged over from the grove nearby.

Even though it was chilly enough to send a shiver down her spine, she was also sweating already. Her tongue lolls from the side of her mouth as her teal eyes stared determinedly at her bark covered foe. As her head lowers and ears fall back, she lets her braised and cuffed tail rise over her haunches. She spreads her legs slightly and tilts her chin before diving in for the next attack. A paw raises, claws extended, and swipes at the bark before taking a step to close the space and clamp her jaws around the short branch sticking out from the side.

In her imagination, she is victorious. Bramble knocks the stump over and stands atop it, lifting her head and straightening her body to its full length and height. A smile is bright upon her chapped lips as she breathes heavily. Releasing a howl that is full of pride and happiness, she lets her tail wag a few times. Anyone watching her might think she was crazy for fighting a log, but to her, it was just another afternoon of practice.

Bramble Carpathius


bramble's companions are to be assumed near her unless stated otherwise.




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