MONEY. POWER. GLORY

*Gossamir* · 07-22-2014, 09:23 PM

Chamomile rested precariously between razor sharp fangs as the small, agile femme traversed the terra. Ebony paws, picked a careful path practically from muscle memory alone as Gossamir let her mind shift upwards to entagle itself with the clouds and shrouds of her memory. She was so lost in thought that she nearly disregarded the howl of her alphess as the phantom of some far off memory. Whatever it was it sounded terribly important.

Feet took to flight as she soared over the terra, paws pounding into the eart before she came upon a gathering at the lake. Panting lightly she set down the herbs she'd been gathering for that day. "Lady Roman, you called?"

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