Pocketful of Fireants

*Valice* · 06-05-2014, 12:59 AM

Slender legs would bring the traversing she wolf to a large lake of shimmering beauty, her thirst needing to be quenched. Walking towards the pool, Valice would allow her neck to lower and maw to hover over the reflective matter, tongue lapping quickly as the cool and refreshing beverage would sooth her needs.

Soon, the young dame's head would lift and head would turn in all directions only to search for nearby wolves. She'd pull in a few scents that wouldn't seem dangerous in anyway, and would trot a bit away from the lake, her posture regal and calm as usual. "Quite boring, quite boring," the silky voice would escape from jaws that would hold sharp and new fangs. As her body would rest in a comfortable position, a few flurries would begin to dance around her slender frame, emerald eyes following them with fascination and joy. There seemed to be peace in this area, although Valice was on a quest to solve this illness that had struck the realm like a massive hammer. She could only hope for the best as the damsel of greys and whites would remain seated upon her position.

Speech,
Thought,
Your Speech,

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