Listening to her mother is not on Magdalene's agenda. She yearns to be loved, to be cared for, but she simply doesn't see it from that woman. There is clear displeasure in those eyes. Not love. Mags can't explain it. For as much as she wants love, she refuses to grovel. No, she'll sneer instead. Slipping off in the early morning, before everyone else awakens.
South of the border. Red sky filling her vision. A looming volcano in the distance. Intrigue fills her gaze. What was it? She needed to know.
Her paws pick up the pace until they cross over sharp volcanic rock. A sharp yelp looses into the air as she high steps over the next few. What the fuck? Oh, yeah, that's a new word she's learned from her lovely friend Da-
"Davey!" Mags ears shoot up as she spies the collie not far off. "What're you doin' here?" She calls loudly, uncaring of their environment. Don't mind that they're on a sleeping volcano. There's creatures here that linger in the caves. Her eyes spy something from her peripheral as she rockets toward the smaller boy. Was it a cougar? Couldn't be.
"Let's explore," she practically yips as she barrels into his shoulder, checking him roughly with a laugh before skittering away. Brimming with a wide smile, she turns and begins sniffing at the rocks and hard, rough surface of the volcano. "Why's it so ugly here?" Mags definitely doesn't have a filter.
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coded by NachoMumma
Desponia & other family members are welcome to enter her threads until she is 2 years old.
Magdalene's antlers will not be fully grown until she is 1 year old. They will shed yearly similar to a normal deer.
Her most colorful markings are imbued with bioluminescence that glow brighter the wetter her fur is.
Expect her companions to be nearby, but not always within sight.
