ardent

We find ourselves in the same old mess



Dægmar

Somnium

age
5 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Large
build
-
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234
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02-21-2014, 07:38 PM


Poison dripping off my fangs...

Ohh? where the hell had she landed herself this time? D?gmar peered over the edge of the cliff and whistled. That was a heck of a sharp drop down and a clear indication that the mottled femme had better change direction. Frowning she turned and headed back into the thicket. D?gmar was frustrated, true, but the feeling was swallowed up by the generally mellow mood that had fallen over the fae after a serious of brawls and love-making. It was the quiet that seemed to fall between her periods of activity. At one time she loathed them but now she embraced it and just let her body wander, her legs taking her wherever they would.


As she moved back into the thicket she noticed another wolf returning from the cliffside as well. Younger and wrapped in an ivory coat. D?gmar wasn't normally one for base socialization but she didn't know what else to do with herself. "Hell of a drop, huh?" She grinned as she paced toward the stranger. "What brings you out this way, stranger?"


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