by [axolotl] » Mon Apr 23, 2012 3:19 pm
Nami sighed and trotted down a street, carelessly. If only she could get along with the others, life would be so much easier. She would have food, and be a part of... of it. Her years of living on the edge had started to show, and her ribs could be seen through her sleek black fur. Her life was near the end: she was going to die soon, or at least she thought so.