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Post by rhapsody on Apr 3, 2009 16:57:10 GMT -6
Denali Story of her life. Dane a masochistic but strangely passionate mongoose strode indifferently over the spinous slope, her pads no longer the dry rough of a healthy mongoose. She always flew solo, her bitter trust in others was shallow. But everybody seemed unrivaled these days, breaking their own solo auditions and unexcitable records. In a way it was queer to think or even have her dry soul freed to adore and amour.
Blades of grass tangled into her tangibly golden coat, the sun effulgent down over the luckier animals. Perhaps it was just the weather or well being that made her nostalgic. She was but a swan in a flock of geese. Dane stopped upon a grand rock overlooking a cliff of bushes and thorny verdure. Flickering her bronze optics into the red sun she sighed and lay her sore legs to rest.
Dane’s chiseled muzzle meddled her paw, her soft ribbon sliding across each and leaving the black presapus of a mouth open. She stretched, they cracked and almost panted even, exhausted to what might come.
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Post by Shadowcat on Apr 4, 2009 19:25:45 GMT -6
Walking over the Barren Hills at a trot was a small creature that looked even more scruffy than the place itself. Not to say that the Barren Hills were all that bad. There were spots with calming, pleasant scenery. However, this little ball of fur was a mess. Her fur was a rusted, orange-red color, with a yellow-gray-white underside, although these colors were natural. A thick layer of dust and dirt covered her already slightly matted fur. It looked as if she had not groomed herself in quite some time. But why would she? It was only a waste of time. She'd just get dirty again, sooner or later.
Despite her appearance, Sandhya seemed quite healthy. Her eyes were bright, she was very alert, and her trot was nice and steady like any fennec fox's should be. Rather, one should more worry about her mental health... Or their own well being, if you happened to tick her off. However, she was quite small, even if she was on the large side of her species, and therefor wasn't much of a threat, even though she sometimes wished she were.
Coming to a stop as an unfamiliar scent reached her nose, Sandhya was curious as to what other animal might be in the area. She probably wouldn't have bothered to see what it was, for it was probably some boring creature, had she not already had in might to go in the direction the scent came from. She had buried a meal in the distance for later, and it was in that direction. She'd just keep walking, go right by whatever animal the scent belonged to, and keep going until she reached her meal.
As the little s-blocked- of fur neared the scent, she paid no attention. She didn't look up, she didn't greet it, and she didn't stop to find out exactly what it was. Her mind was on her dinner, and that was all that mattered. She walked right by the rock the stranger was on without a word.
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Post by rhapsody on Apr 4, 2009 20:18:26 GMT -6
One eye then two, grudgingly Dane elevated her weary head to scrutinize the naive fox continuing its way. She stood against what she said before almost supported her weight and picayune morals upon, own auditions and epic records. It was exactly her singular expression right in plain matted and disarrayed view.
She lifted an eyebrow a notch and gave a low friendly snarl just to tell she was alive.
Why so focused my lyrical little amigo, ever stop to snuffle the roses? Dane slinked her figure around the fox and chuckled a throaty breath. The fox seemed hungry, like Dane cared though. They were so much alike, same golden fur and unhealthy deposition. But she was phlegmatic, and nonchalant which was wonderful. Traipsing over to lap a bit of stale water Dane eyed the fox with a licentious glare.
Heres to, heres to you, may your life be far less complicated then moi.
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Post by Shadowcat on Apr 5, 2009 17:28:55 GMT -6
At the voice, Sandhya stopped, her large ears twitching. She looked at the creature, a weasel maybe? and snorted loudly, giving a shake of her head, causing a small dust cloud from her fur. "Why would I want to stop and 'snuffle' the roses?" She snapped, spitting the word 'snuffle' out as if it was a bad tasting plant. She stood with her head lowered to the ground slightly and her back bent over, as she always did. She almost never stood up straight. Being slightly bent over like this made her look more ferocious, more dangerous.
As the creature spoke again, Sandhya already had her marked in her list of disliked creatures, where most she had met resided. This golden colored animal talked funny and seemed to think too much. Her speak was a little too formal and she had interrupted Sandhya on her journey to her meal. To most, these would be foolish reasons to dislike someone. For this little fox, they were good reasons.
With her charcoal eyes locked on this stranger, Sandhya wondered what exactly she was. She didn't look quite like a weasel, but similar. However, she wasn't about to ask. That would make it sound like she didn't know what the stranger was, and that would make her look stupid. Well, I guess it's not really THAT important anyway, she thought.
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