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i. feminine ii. theta/winter iii. five years iv. summer lands v. tags; open
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the thin femora weaved her way through the tall reeds, the weeds whacking her feathery pelage with strong blows, though, she scarcely seemed to observe the plants. her sharp nose was following a pungent aroma that flooded in her maw; watermint. she felt slightly guilty that she was trespassing, but pushed down all bitter misgivings. she needed this herb, unlike in spring and summer, her pack lands didn't grow plants such as goldenrod, chamomile, or even poppyseeds. giving her pelage a shake after she emerged from the fuzzy reeds, she stalked downside the river and lapped at the cool fluids, before moving on. the mint would be around here somewhere, and then she could leave the hot, foreign lands.
- ❝ ━ ━━ ｇｒａｙ ༺
i. brute ii. alpha/autumn iii. four years iv. pack camp v. tags; open
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-- the brute is sleeping; feel free to wake him up --
- ❝ ━ ━━ ａｌａｋａｎｅ ༺
i. brute ii. phi/summer iii. four years iv. pack camp v. tags; nikkita
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alakane's stiff muscles extended out as he rose to his mass, his feathery cream pelage neatly groomed. casting one wary glance towards the dens of his pack, he ambled his way out into the long foliage surrounding his territory. his nose picked up sharp scents, that of other familiar wolves; recognizing the pleasant scent of nikkita. he approached through the grass, careful to stay downwind of her, until they came into sight. her breaths were slow and deep, and alakane realized the fae was sleeping peacefully. with a mischievous glint in his orbs, he bunched his hind legs and launched out of his hiding space, pinning her against the ground with his large mitts pressed firmly against her shoulders. "gotcha!" he announced, gazing down at her, his vocals a throaty purr.
sorry, writer's block D:
