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Post by shady on Mar 13, 2008 22:08:08 GMT -5
}Silvery fae jogged in, senses alert for any prey, but what she was truly doing: Taking a walk. Such an innocent act, and yet, she had been in such desperation to get away from the pack she had just joined, she felt ridiculous. It was just... the scents. Illness, death, among other, it was just over-whelming. Drawing a breath of fresh air, she sat, staring into the endless space of her own thoughts. Black tipped ears twitching to explore, but she was somehow rooted to her spot.
Thoughts of her past and such swam around her mind, and she wondered what was to come of her and her brother, Solk.a They had come to be the only two in their family after their parents died. Thick tail curled up slightly, twitching almost like a cats tail. One of Kamar's many... quirks, you could call them. She simply sat there, staring into nothingness.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 16, 2008 12:45:37 GMT -5
Annelise had stayed back from the moonless meeting again;; she had far too much work to do in the medicine den to leave camp lately. Freya would tell her the goings-on and bring her food. At least she could tag-team with Magic -- otherwise she would never get any sleep!
Her lovely, silver and blue features were lined with black;; the markings of both her mother and her father. She hadn't had time to speak with Arroyo like she'd been hoping too. She hadn't had time to search for her lost brother, Kar, either. She hoped to Sky he was alright...
"Kamar?" she called, suprised to see the fae had stayed behind also. "Are you alright?" she woofed kindly.
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Post by shady on Mar 19, 2008 18:04:50 GMT -5
[sorry for not replying sooner. =)]
Her silvery pelt twitched as she heard her name. It took a few moments for the word to register in her mind. Realizing it was Annelise, she twitched yet again, and turned to face the youthful wolf. "Yes. Just thinking I suppose." After the few nights her throat was already beginning to feel like something on the inside was scratching at it, pestering her to cough. Or worse.
"I suppose I'm just worried for my brother, and the rest of the pack." She spilled, thinking that it was probably the same fear for everyone. Her deep mocha eyes glanced up at the silvery femme, a small smile out-lined her white muzzle. It was difficult, to think of herself as ill... but she knew that there was no escaping it... even though she wished it would just leave. Scratching the ground a tad disappointed she could be of little use, she stood up and then sat down again, black ears twitching.
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