The Worse Kind Of Pain
08-20-2014, 10:23 AM
Of course she had realized the brilliant idea of travelling mass amounts of miles the season she went into her first heat. The trip had been miserable, she was unusually irritable and she was forever uncomfortable. Still. She couldn?t wait any longer to see her siblings. They?d been away for much too long and she missed them more than she could ever admit. She?d found a slight whiff of Destruction blood and her nose would guide her to the strange continent of Alacritis. Further letting her instincts drive her the lithe girl would catch a real scent trail, one that belonged to not one but three of her four siblings. The pack border would do little to deter her from the presence of her litter mates, determination burned in her blue and pink gaze. Petite paws would hurry her forward until finally she would catch sight of her loved ones. Tension would hang in the air like a tangible curtain, dark chocolate ears would fall to her skull as her gaze drifted from one member to the next finally coming to linger directly on Bass?s form. She would find Motif?s presence demanding and authoritative, like she?d never seen her before. What was really going on here? "What?s going on here?" Her soft voice would find Motif?s ear as she came to stand at her similarly patterned sister?s shoulder. |
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