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FRANCHESCA
Gender: Female Pack: Will be in Sanctus Rank: Will be Medicus Trainee Desired Rank: Medicus Trainee [Loner]────────────────────────────────
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The colossal composing forest dominated the various proximity, compact vegetation swarmed in coffee clusters, now and again brittle leaves gradually descended from there ancient branches. One of the thousand landed gently tipping the damsel's snout moments before being carted off in the ever continuous wind cycle, Franchesca flashed her umber orbs ajar at the unexpected conflict, she harshly browsed the scene to her fortune to realise the coffee billowed plantation inches from her glaucous-tinted snout. Her pastel walkers exiled in front of her gravitated head, the two of them plastered with scars, ones that should have healed; but couldn't due to her curvy stance. The damsel was located on the brink of the Sanctus territory, she was dormant over a well sized platformed cobblestone it's usual cold texture was replenished in light heat waves due to the unique sun basking through a snippet in the composing inch of sky. Frankie's drawn-out tail unanticipatedly flickered at its slate tip, the undercurrent drew her tails long ribbons into the atmosphere instantaneously wavering in above her focal tailbone. 'Better get up' the Russian female urged in her quirky mind, The damsel elevated her stance a harsh snap like sound erupted the silence as her joints hurridly got used to the sudden pressure placed upon them. "ich hasse mein Leben." The damsel spat her usual soft tone transfixed into a hot spitfire she despised her language and because of it, she was isolated having not a clue of what others were saying. No one ...Not one wolf has had the patience to teach her there tongue. But then again Franchesca did not blame them, some say including her mother that she is 'not right in the head'. Halting her mane into the moist arena, the feminine fluttered her nerves deducting a nearby herbivore by the musty scent of its urine it seemed to be a porcupine. Aha! She knew the exact method of bringing these little blighters down, and to her leverage to be agile and acute was key to slay the vermin.
She launched her slender frame with ease slashing her lengthened tail along the pine was ridden carpet scaring the visually impaired vermin, its ominous yelp shrilled the proximity. Franchesca gently preserved an egotistical, smirk as she docked her quadrants there cream feathers lashed along her lengthened dew claws, entwining themselves over the sharp talon. Frankie slowly grounded, the porcupine restricted its self its blood pointed pined bounded its tenous physique. Despite its efforts, the female was all too aware of its ancient traditions. She had the deep clarifying knowledge of the spines not sprouting from underneath its embodiment, her snout gently shambled under its defence mechanism. She harshly elevated tossing the unexpected victim, once again it highly vocalised but the hight and fear caused the porcupine to land slightly disorientated only for a split second and in that time Franchesca pursued her denials through the abdomen. The panicked stricken porcupine attempted to coil up but the damsel bit the area where the spines did not lay. Franchesca flicked the porcupine across the coffee clustered terrain, it's final moments were painless as it knocked unconscious under the blood loss and sudden contact with the terrain.