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Post by Emz on Nov 14, 2012 19:19:29 GMT -5
There was something to be said about the sight of pure, unadulterated snow. No matter what direction one looked, it stretched on and on for as far as the eye could see, never-ending in its light. And for a certain mangy half-breed, it was a marvellous wonder to behold. The way it crunched and caved under her paws, the icy coolness, even the mist of her breath; it was glorious!
Granted, the almost-wolf had been a bit wary the first time she had stepped away from the more vibrant world and into this blank canvas (it was almost like that room). But after careful investigation and vigorous interrogation, she had soon realised that this was much brighter, and way more fun. So she had ventured out into this new world, leaping and twisting through the wondrous white with much joy! And that is how she had found herself lost.
Though she had blazed quite the obvious trail, it was so twisty and turny that it was almost like the trail for a maze. Besides, it wasn’t like the hybrid had anywhere to be...but she was getting hungry. In fact, her stomach had started to complain very loudly in this open wilderness and Sweeney wasn’t quite knowledgeable in the ways of this land. Where was all the prey?
She wasn’t too fazed, though, not yet. Something was bound to come along and, “Sweeney’ll find the prey~ Nowhere to hide here.” She was not aware that for the more experienced, there were plenty of hiding places – for both prey and predator. And times were hard.
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