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Deirdre

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Female
gems
64
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Medium
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11
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08-26-2014, 10:19 PM
Speaks. This place was a lot better than that wretched casket of pure agony. Rocks, rocks everywhere. She now officially hated them. At least she met a queen there...a legit person who she actually found interesting and wasn't a boy. Hah. How rare and interesting. The weather outside was a bit overwhelming...but with all this shade, she was relieved and relatively in a good mood. But what interested her most about this place...was the hue in which seemed to glow off the trees. A russet crimson pigmentation in which the babe adored.
Although it did have the faint aroma of others...many others. Maybe a pack had called this place their home. But by the faded smell that clung to the trees and the bushes...they seemed to be gone now. Thank god. Today she wasn't quite in the mood to deal with pissed pack wolves that didn't like to share their land. Sometimes she was bored and she decided to just stride onto territories without giving a shit. But right now...no. She'd rather choke on a god damn bone.
Pale sapphire eye would scan the empty territory bluntly, ears flicking forward as she searched for the slightest sound around her. Her long fluffy tail swayed casually between her tall hind legs. Though her sore joints were prepared to extend- and she wasn't afraid to face anything around her. Like a fool who thought of this land as theirs. A pack that owned and called this place their home she could understand. But a fat, antisocial pig who was alone and yet carried the audacity to claim a land as theirs? No.
Beneath her paws would dried leaves crunch and snap, along with a few thin twigs and sticks. It didn't bother her. Most would be concerned by the noise they were making in such a blunt, empty area that was way too silent to be normal. But Deirdre didn't mind it at all. Not even with her blind eye. Her weak, vulnerable spot. The woman forced a sigh to spill from her lips, paws finally pausing where they were. She leaned back on her torso and moaned. Boring...to have no company.
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25
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08-27-2014, 02:38 PM


speech,






His gaze you open, silver optics suddenly gracing the surroundings with his steady self. Chocolate tinted ebony that colored his bodice would shimmer against the crimson and blood red trunks of the forestry. A sigh would escape from his vocals, a gentle yawn following it as he rested upon his left side, optics closing as his jaws expanded to capture as much oxygen as possible, stressing the musculature within his powerful jaws before closing once more into a single, long black maw. Obsidian nose twitch to catch the latest scents surrounding his small area. Though it wasn't the most perfect for napping, the brute tolerated the red branches, twigs, and roots beneath his ribcage. Slender figure stretched out carelessly across the golden floor of the earth.

His dream had been uneventful, though that was nothing unsurprising for his days had grown rather strung together in boredom and repetition as the days folded together like origami, each one the same as the day before it. He was hoping his naps would allow the time to pass, but alas it hardly made a difference. He hadn't seen another of his kind for ages, not since the battle that left him behind with the large cat striped with burnt orange and ebony stripes. A battle lost on default as it were, though he had enjoyed it nonetheless. With those reminiscing thoughts came an energetic stretch of the muscle within his long and lean figure.

Sunlight overtook him as the clouds passing above seemed to part for a moment. Silver optics would roll to a close once more, stretched toes would come back together and limbs would stick straight out from his body. Hackles had risen in mere excitement through stretching his figure. Tired optics would finally open, and his tired mind would push him upwards up to spindling long limbs, stretching far towards the earth. With another hearty stretch he would yawn once again, nostrils flaring to search for the scents about him.