Post by Deleted on May 24, 2019 11:50:44 GMT -6
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A body of cream and copper lay neatly upon the stretch of green, her forepaws crossed over each other as a gentle hum sounded from her throat. Spring had finally arrived, and though Vixen kept an eye out in the distance for her grandmother and her wolves, she had yet to be anything other than disappointed. The world was at her paws, certainly, though not quite in the way she had initially wanted. Power, she had nearly had it, but crazy seemed to reign victorious and she had been sent away to save her life. On her head no crown sat, only pristine fur of red and white. Her humming stopped as a gentle sigh released instead, and her eyes opened slowly to reveal striking green, though everything seemed green at the moment. Though the woods behind her certainly seemed to have fought with death, yet it seemed determined to brim with life again.
Especially the stretch of grass she had found herself sunbathing on. It seemed an almost harsh connection, the lush green grass and bushes, with trees that birds perched in, to be then met further down with ashen soil and trees that seemed dead. Vixen adored beauty, she tended to find it wherever she could, but she found no beauty in death. She was a survivor, she was playing the game of living, and she was not to be met with death yet. Not when she had much to accomplish -- she was young, beautiful, and had plenty of potential. Her grandmother had told her as much, as did others, and Vixen had found herself not growing near the ashen place. Instead, she stayed where the grass was lush and green, where she saw the occasional dik dik glance over at her, but she made no move to strike them. She wasn't hungry, she was relaxed, and saw no reason to disturb the creatures for fun.
Vixen drew a delicate paw from the cross, sweeping across the grass and watched it bend to her paw only to spring back once her paw had moved away. Her bright eyes watched the grass, albeit with boredom, but she found no reason to rush. Life wouldn't swing by her, she would enjoy it. Even something as small as admiring nature in it's own pure form.
A body of cream and copper lay neatly upon the stretch of green, her forepaws crossed over each other as a gentle hum sounded from her throat. Spring had finally arrived, and though Vixen kept an eye out in the distance for her grandmother and her wolves, she had yet to be anything other than disappointed. The world was at her paws, certainly, though not quite in the way she had initially wanted. Power, she had nearly had it, but crazy seemed to reign victorious and she had been sent away to save her life. On her head no crown sat, only pristine fur of red and white. Her humming stopped as a gentle sigh released instead, and her eyes opened slowly to reveal striking green, though everything seemed green at the moment. Though the woods behind her certainly seemed to have fought with death, yet it seemed determined to brim with life again.
Especially the stretch of grass she had found herself sunbathing on. It seemed an almost harsh connection, the lush green grass and bushes, with trees that birds perched in, to be then met further down with ashen soil and trees that seemed dead. Vixen adored beauty, she tended to find it wherever she could, but she found no beauty in death. She was a survivor, she was playing the game of living, and she was not to be met with death yet. Not when she had much to accomplish -- she was young, beautiful, and had plenty of potential. Her grandmother had told her as much, as did others, and Vixen had found herself not growing near the ashen place. Instead, she stayed where the grass was lush and green, where she saw the occasional dik dik glance over at her, but she made no move to strike them. She wasn't hungry, she was relaxed, and saw no reason to disturb the creatures for fun.
Vixen drew a delicate paw from the cross, sweeping across the grass and watched it bend to her paw only to spring back once her paw had moved away. Her bright eyes watched the grass, albeit with boredom, but she found no reason to rush. Life wouldn't swing by her, she would enjoy it. Even something as small as admiring nature in it's own pure form.
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tags; OPEN
notes; i'm TERRIBLE WITH STARTERS AND A NEW CHARACTER. she'll shape up better i swear.
credits: Wolf Credit
tags; OPEN
notes; i'm TERRIBLE WITH STARTERS AND A NEW CHARACTER. she'll shape up better i swear.
credits: Wolf Credit
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