by Wildmagic_warrior » Thu Mar 03, 2011 12:56 pm
Rosabelle was wholly unaware of her surroundings- in fact, if you didn't look closely, one might think she was already dead. She lay there, still as anything, with the slight breeze ruffling her black fur and spreading the scent of weakness through the air. A small trickle of blood ran from the corner of the she-cat's mouth, and she didn't appear to be breathing. It might already be too late- in any case, it would be soon. Not so far away, a large fox scented blood and stood, growling with starved pleasure.
I'm Wildmagic_warrior,
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I have a bachelor's degree in Russian Studies. I also love stage management and theater tech!