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boulevard of broken dreams - Nymphnora - Nov 22, 2018

Nymphnora trotted around the borders, gradually losing hope. If no one came to join soon, the Tarn would be no more. But it seemed that nobody even knew that they were still hanging on by a spider's thread. She would have to search for new members. But she couldn't leave for long, the pack needed her.

She gritted her teeth. Her searching area would have to be larger. More of the mountain she would have to trek circles around. Nothing mattered except that the pack would be allowed one more day, one more week, one more month.


RE: boulevard of broken dreams - Camilla - Dec 31, 2018

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Camilla cracked out a yawn as she ambled along, being a loner wasn't all she'd thought it would be. Sure, there were flashes of excitement, moments of merriment and wonder but they were so few and far between that she'd learnt not to get her hopes up. In her darkest moods she was sometimes tempted to turn around and go home but that feeling soon faded when she realised that she was a strong independent woman, she didn't need no pack! If they graciously offered her food she'd accept of course, she was far too polite to say no, but joining ranks and giving up her freedom? Nah, no thanks. 

She wasn't used to the mountainous terrain and her paws didn't take too kindly too all the rocks and bumps that littered the ground. She liked the few, loved the fresh air but everything else pretty much sucked. She was used to towering trees and secrecy, it seemed near impossible to hide in a place like this. And it was cold too. The wind ruffled her winter coat as she paused, her nose wrinkling at the scent of wolves. In part she was tempted to turn around and go back the way she came, but on the other she was a bit of a social butterfly. Hmmm, what to do what to do?

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Re: - Spirit of Wildwood - Dec 31, 2018

A warren of rabbits is hidden under a nearby tree. +3 Health