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[Lol, okay! :)]

[littleotter710]

((Cool beans. :3))

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((Yay, I finally finished Tobi's personality, lol... at least for now. xD))

[chemical.]

{Almost done... My hand hurts now.}

[bri']

[[ My characters are basically done except for Personality. Might take me a while to do territory descriptions. Everyone just sit tight! ]]

[chemical.]

{Ugh, do I have to do history right now? If so I might need another.... Week. XD}

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{Ugh, do I have to do history right now? If so I might need another.... Week. XD}

((...me too. xD))

[bri']

[[ No, lol. Histories are optional. BTW, I got most of the Territory descriptions up. Take a peek if you wish. They may not be so great, as I'm just now coming up with most of them, but it's better than nothing, right? XD

EDIT: DONE! :D]]

[littleotter710]

((Whoo, when can we start? ^^))

[bri']

Zima had been laying outside the hunter's den when a small raindrop fell through the canopy of trees and plopped onto the end of her nose. Chuckling lightly, Zima used a paw to wipe the wetness from her fur before standing up and shaking out her white and brown pelt. Releasing a loud yawn, the young fae bent down in a bowing posture, stretching out her back. Fell better, she stood back up, golden gaze darting around the camp.

Nobody seemed to be out and about yet in the pre-dawn light. It saddened her a bit. Was she the only wolf that loved the mornings? Zima enjoyed the cool frosty air and the beautiful, picturesque sunset she saw almost every morning, did the others not like it? Shrugging away the questions, she bounded towards a side of the clearing before slipping past the trees and out of the stuffy camp. Perhaps the view would be better by herself anyway.

The mostly white fae bounded through the place of shadows, the morning's rain no more than a slight sprinkle. Zima loved rain. As she pelted through the forest, she pricked her ears, keeping her senses sharp. Foolhardy as she was, she wasn't going to blindly tramp through the forest even if she took this path every morning. Who knew what lay in the place of shadows? The Hallowmere wolves were new to the Jays, and they had already encountered many animals stronger and fiercer than they, things they'd never had to face in the home land. It's not like sharp claws descended from the mountains everyday, but there was always that possibility.

After a few minutes, Zima slowed her pace, simply walking through the trees and stepping over roots and shrubbery. Her breathing was heavy after the long sprint, and she couldn't wait to make it to the overhang from which she watched the sunrise. Glancing to the sky, she noticed the darkness lifting and an orange glow touching the tree tops. I can't miss again! She thought urgently, picking up her walk and sliding her gate into a steady run. It wasn't long before she reached the tree line and scrambled onto the blue stone of the Jay's. She leapt up rocks that lay piled around the base of the mountains, reaching the overhang with a graceful ease. Smiling, Zima plopped down on the cold stone, turning her face towards the orange light that began to creep up over the horizon.