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melisande




⥼ Small toes splayed on the cool dirt as she went on briskly. Not a sound it seemed as she made way to the Grapevine Cathedral. Unbeknownst to her that this would later be her favored space: one of calm air and stillness. A luxury to have in a world of wolves. Her solitary life thus far seemed to come to a bittersweet end; bouts of nostalgia filling her mind occasionally.

The peaceful energy was atmospheric, enticing her to venture deeper on. An inviting aura was a hard one to deny and so she decided to make camp for the rest of the evening. Gleaming rays of sunlight twinkling above her from the canopies of almost full trees and warm air delighted her senses as she scanned the scenery before finally halting. Thin arms folding beneath her lithe form as she laid upon her inky belly, crimson fur kissing the cold grass.

she breathed slowly as she began to close her eyes. If one could listen intently, they would hear the softest song she hummed to herself. A melodic purr that soothed her furthermore and one that invited her to sleep.⥽    



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