Face your demons
05-24-2013, 04:37 PM
ooc: If it's not night then ignore any mention of it being night. Also had terrible muse when making this, sorry!
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Munch munch munch. A hum of delight resonated within the jaws of a beast. Zanire had talked to Gargoyle earlier and it had gone surprisingly well, not that she was too surprised, she just had a way with wolves. Maybe it was because of the time she spent with some while growing up, or it was because of her personality. Ever since she could remember the beast was friendly, slow to anger unless her family was harmed. The bear moved away from the bush she was munching on, tongue sliding out to run over lips, collecting the juices that escaped her lips when eating berries. She was still preparing for Winter, and though she gained enough weight for it, the shebear wanted to pack on some more just in case. Nothing worse than waking up grumpy in the middle of winter when the food supply is at its lowest. Zanire now found herself wandering around, heavy paws sinking slightly into the light blanket of snow. So far this place was peaceful, and she had not seen or smelled that black bear Gargoyle had mentioned, she began to wonder if he had moved on, looking for someplace else to cause his trouble. "normal. talk. think. you." |
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