Walking icicle

*Locha* · 05-19-2015, 09:42 AM

Water dripped from the girls thick coat onto the dry black sand, making little puddles where she walked. Locha never usually bothered drying her fur, seeing as it was more than likely that it would just get wet again soon. But now as winter was stretching it's icy claws over the land, the dark-furred girl might have to start thinking about it or she might become a walking icicle. A shiver ran down the length of her torso as a cold gust of air chilled her.

Soon her sandy paws would meet the grass and rocks that stretched upwards towards the borders. It wasn't often she came to these parts of the territory, much preferring being next to the sea, but it was calming. There were a few deep gashes in the ground that Locha assumed would lead to underground sea caverns. She steered clea, not wanting to fall in as she walked around the border.

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