WHO WANTS AN ADVENTURE?
01-09-2014, 04:42 PM
These plains had once been home to the grand pack of Valhalla. Now? They were empty. What had driven such a pack to move? Surely it had been something grand indeed. The sound of loud footsteps was audible, since silence was pointless to the hellish dame. A steady downpour from the roiling grey sky above drenched her pelt with frigid water, but the gladatrix did not mind, the weather stopped for no one, so all one could do was go with it. No one ever died from a little rain, so what was the harm? Mismatched orbs took in the fading bloodstains in the dirt, seeing them as a clue to what drove Valhalla away from the Vericona Plains. Battle. Why did everyone insist on settling everything with violence? A huff of exasperation shuddered through the dark furred dame's flanks, but she kept on moving. Her smooth trot carried her fast enough to get her to the next place once this one lost it's mystery without expending much energy, and yet was slow enough for her to take in every little detail without rush. Cranium was held high, so she could see all she possibly could. So far all she could see was grass, a few shrubs, and a tree here and there. Not much, but it was quite beautiful. "normal. talk. think. you." |
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