Downhill with no brakes
08-31-2014, 05:01 PM
When I am wise, I am strong; Sing me a sweet song. In truth, Mekala had danced around the newly claimed borders for a few hours now. She had been skepical when it came to actually crossing it. Lula thought it better to turn and run, the land had a dark feeling to it. A questionable rise that made her skin crawl. But her Mekala, it was incredibly exciting, she didn't often come across lands she was being told not to cross. As the call meet her ears, her body quivered in curiousity. Don't Lula's voice was almost frantic within her skull, You don't know whats there! Her maw drooled at the border as she settled within inches from it, her tongue sloppily recovering the lost fluid. What are we gonna do? We were invited. Carrying herself into the lands, her ears quivered at the sound of others tracking towards the call. A gathering? A pack meeting? Little was she to know that this pack was new, it was forming and she was walking right in the middle of it. What the heck? She could be down for some packing joining. A rough snort left her form as she gathered the small group into her view, she didn't feel like she was too fit in. The aura around them mysterious and grey, while she herself was simply ugly to look at it. All the while her fur made her shine in the most unwelcoming way, a sore thumb glittering against the backround. Her rump would hit the ground a small ways away from the group. She didn't know them, but she certainly was all about personal space. Lula's fuss, |
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