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Where will you be, when this is through? - Temoria - Oct 14, 2014
RE: Where will you be, when this is through? - Indie - Oct 14, 2014 The wind plays with a few leaves that have finally turned to crisp golden tokens of autumn, throwing them around like some sort of blind dance. Through the small chaotic madness, Indie pads on silent paws, wondering toward a scent she recognises. The ground here is firm and even, making life easy for the blind dame. Her tail swings gently behind her frame, her head held high, almost proud, as she sorts out the different scents and picks one to follow. Perhaps the one that smells like a full stomach? Indie's face lights up at the wiff of fresh kill. "Oh, but they might not wish to share." Indie paused and thought about her options; go and eat food and possibly die, go and not eat food and possibly die. "I'll become a sheep and eat grass all my life." Indie said, turning her nose up at the idea of a fight. Settling her rump on the ground, Indie tried again to sort through the smells. She needed to know how many wolves. Taking a large inhale, the dame closes her viewers, tasting each scent with her mind. But to her surprise, only one wolf's scent flows from the carcass. "Hm, maybe I could try my luck." The dame spoke, so unsure of her own decision. With a heavy sigh, the dame stood and padded forward, the smell of flesh growing stronger, making the old shaman's stomach growl fiercely. "Hush now! You'll be filled soon you impatient organ!" Indie snapped as she lifted a paw to look at her stomach, trying to scowl at it. With a shake of her head, the caramel pelted maid felt the presence of another, she hoped she had been quiet. But her harsh barks might have attracted attention. Nonetheless, Indie sat, wrapped her tail round her paws and waited. Her ears twitched automatically to the sound of a younger creature eating hungrily. Indie had manners, she could wait. "First come, first served" She whispered to herself, laying a friendly smile across her lips incase she was being looked at. |