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Sacha

Loner

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
10
size
Large
build
posts
34
player
09-05-2014, 03:25 PM




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Hooked on a Feeling - Blue Swede
Humming a quiet tune under her breath, the femme meandered through the scrapyard in search of something to occupy her interests. There were plenty of shiny, sharp things, but not very much soft stuff. She wanted things to take back to the den she was building back on the island she'd first landed on. That bed was very comfy, despite her having broken it within the first five seconds. She placed her large paws carefully wherever she stepped, not really in the mood to have her toes sliced open by broken glass or shards of metal. Mismatched orbs scanned over the terrain, seeking something brightly coloured, or something strangely shaped, anything she could add to a collection of odd knickknacks. It was becoming a habit, taking home things she found in her travels. Then, when she left the place she'd taken them, someone would come by these wonders in the future and wonder where they had come from. It always made her feel gleeful, imagining the thoughts that would go through their heads as they came across such a strange hoarde of odds and ends. Storm dipped plume swung back and forth at her tall heels, the dame plodding along with a head in the clouds and an eye for something out of the ordinary.
She hardly noticed the shredded blanket until her singular dark paw landed on the soft fabric. She paused, a small smile growing upon her onyx lips. Oh yes, she liked this. It was soft, and very colourful, if a bit dirty and worn. A trip through a stream would clean off most of the muck, though it would do nothing for the rips and tears all throughout the expanse of fabric. Gingerly, she would pluck it from the ground, shaking her head a little to get the worst of the dirt clods off of it, before she draped it across her shoulders, so it hung from either of her flanks like a mistakenly worn scarf. Then, she was off again, searching for more treasures among the dangerous debris that littered the ground all around her.
Even if she found nothing else, she will have had a pretty good day of searching. Eventually, she came to a large boulder that stood tall and proud amid all of the broken and rejected things. Deciding to take a rest, she scrabbled onto the huge stone and laid out her newfound blanket, lowering herself onto it with a contented sigh. It was a lovely day, despite being overcast and threatening to rain down on her head. The blanket beneath her was soft and cushioning her from the cold, hard rock. It was nice, and with her mismatched forepaws dangling in the open air, she felt like a queen sitting atop a throne. Whatever happened next, it couldn't possibly make this day horrible. Shaking out the thick, unruly fur of her ruff, she blinked slowly, surveying the junkyard.





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