ADVENTURER RETURNED

Powerful legs churned the bone chilling waters off the coast of Alacritis, and a familiar figure would fight the current of the sea. Mismatched optics firmly planted on the approaching shore, the hellish looking woman paddled in the salty waters, eager to see what this new place was. Soon large paws would skim the sandy floor, and swimming turned to wading. Standing upon the shores of the southern hemisphere of the island, the gladatrix shook out her waterlogged ebony coat. A huff of contentment left her dark lips, and the dame looked around. How strange, this island held so many possibilities for adventures, and she was excited to get started on exploring.

If one looked at the returned adventurer, they would notice one thing first, she was definitely more muscular. She didn't mind, it came with the territory of living on the move. As well, she was older, but not much. Altogether, most would just be happy to see her back. She was a breath of fresh air, what with all the things happening, a free spirit roaming the land with no other purpose than to see everything the world held brought a smile to many faces.

Broad paws struck the terra with no regard to silence as she set off, checking out what this strange place had to offer her bi coloured eyes. Thick banner would wag slowly, happily behind her as she took in everything. In the centre of the island, what appeared to be a sunken in volcano intrigued her, drew her in with a soft smile on her face and joy in her big heart. She had left the lands of Alacritis in search of more adventures, and she had returned because she wondered if there were still more here. Trotting turned to a lope as she bounded through the sharp rocks, headed for the frozen tundra a few miles ahead. A few times a rock threatened to slice right through her foot, but her pads had become so thick she almost laughed at the rocks for even bothering to try. All that escaped her lips was a quiet chuckle, which slowly became joyous laughter as she remembered she was alone, no one but the island could hear or care. Soon her happily thudding paws were greeted with frozen ground, and she slowed to a trot, head swivelling to take in the world. What could be better than this?


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