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JAILBREAK



Motif I

Somnium

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Medium
build
-
posts
461
player
Glacier
12-30-2014, 10:49 PM


She had only returned to Abaven the day before, yet the land seemed strange and new to her tired paws.Already she missed her little shadow, she missed Shaye, and Shai, and she still missed Bass and Rhythm, who she was yet to see a great deal of. Her brother was crazily busy, and she knew she would have to talk to him soon about pack positions, but she was yet to gain the energy to rise from her bed. Now that she had finally completed everything she had set out to do, she felt strangely tired, like it had all crashed in on her at once – she could sleep now, let the old worries drift away, and let the knew ones start the following day.

Her perfect plan would be dashed when a call howled against the border, calling for Rhythm. Her ears perked up in astonishment, wasn't her sister a poplar one then? She had no idea who could be calling for her litter-mate – indeed she and Rhythm where yet to have a proper catch up. She rose with a groan, grumbling beneath her breath about old-people knees as she did so, despite the fact that her journey had wiped her back into shape after the pregnancy. She started out on a lazy lop, travelling in the direction of the howler and would arrive there a few moments after her sister. She would slip into the scene in time to hear the very last of the conversation ”..a kidnapping” and would instantly start to growl, a sound that died as quickly as it started as she realized the mischievous smile on her sisters lips that told Motif there was no trouble here. “Rhythm, sister mine” she purred, rubbing her head against her sisters neck, until her scent was well rubbed against her fur, claiming the other girl before the brute, and then turning her attention to the stranger. “Hello there, and welcome to Abaven lands, i'm Motif, who might you be?” she challenged in a conversational tone, quite ready to tear his throat out if he hurt her sister emotionally or physically, and equally as ready to welcome him with open arms if he was no more then a friend – she was yet to get a hold on the situation after all.

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