This Damn Sand.

*Anzhelika* · (This post was last modified: 10-19-2014, 12:57 AM by Anzhelika.)

Oh, but how right he was. Scenery definitely came with a price, but.. Just not one she had to pay for. Everywhere she went, everyone would stop and stare at the enticing pale angel known as herself. She was the price of beauty, and everyone just admired as a cost. Though, she kept her thoughts to herself. Not to come off as arrogant to the male. He was a kind thing, by far. And the newly given information about the stream was surely useful, because this damn sand was getting annoying as Hell.

"Why thank you, sir. I wish you luck with your new pack and finding new members. Now, if you would excuse me, I must go and wash off this damn sand from my coat," she would quickly say in a soft tone then turn and leave, but not without a quick bow. "Pleasure meeting you," The white woman would say before walking off into the distance, large paws carrying her over the obsidian sand awkwardly as she tried to avoid entangling the sand forevermore within her ivory coat.

(OOC; Exit Anzy unless stopped)

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This Damn Sand.

Anzhelika