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Posted 02-09-2018, 07:33 PM | This post was last modified: 02-10-2018, 06:44 PM by Stahli
Stahli
Rogue Wolf
Female, 4.00
Meso-runner
27 in, 90 lbs
0 ep
© sea
some things incoming

I MET A MAN DOWN IN THE OLD COUNTRY
she finds herself more and more inclined to wander with the intrigue that this place offers. of course, this defies her sacred code to a nominal degree--the degree in which she is willing to step past. what was it this time? hunting, herbs, something to slip away if only for a moment. she needs only to envision the vastness of this place, before slipping again into her birthright. her small form is low to the ground, made the trudging through heavy snow difficult. her paws slip to and from the sting of snow with the beloved cringe of fresh pain. the cold prompts red hot pain from her flesh to muscles. the irony of it; to experience the fire where breath freezes on contact. the tussled strands of hair have gone wild with the vivid winds as they sweep over the smooth landscape. snow crystals swirl through the air and gather in her lashes and into shifting drifts. it is a slowly evolving ocean. tracks dust the frenzied waves, alerting her nose quickly. she stops at one, whose size she did not know was possible. what beast may have made it, she cannot gather a clue.



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Posted 02-09-2018, 07:42 PM |
Baptista
Unregistered
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in, lbs
ep
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happy sobbing oh god-



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Posted 02-10-2018, 06:51 PM |
Stahli
Rogue Wolf
Female, 4.00
Meso-runner
27 in, 90 lbs
0 ep
© sea
WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?
she finds herself more and more inclined to wander with the intrigue that this place offers. of course, this defies her sacred code to a nominal degree--the degree in which she is willing to step past. what was it this time? hunting, herbs, something to slip away if only for a moment. she needs only to envision the vastness of this place, before slipping again into her birthright. her small form is low to the ground, made the trudging through heavy snow difficult. her paws slip to and from the sting of snow with the beloved cringe of fresh pain. the cold prompts red hot pain from her flesh to muscles. the irony of it; to experience the fire where breath freezes on contact. the tussled strands of hair have gone wild with the vivid winds as they sweep over the smooth landscape. snow crystals swirl through the air and gather in her lashes and into shifting drifts. it is a slowly evolving ocean. tracks dust the frenzied waves, alerting her nose quickly. she stops at one, whose size she did not know was possible. what beast may have made it, she cannot gather a clue.

&

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Posted 02-10-2018, 06:53 PM |
Ulrich
Banned
Male, 1.75
Meso-runner
31 in, 107 lbs
0 ep
© sphinx
i need surgery my heart just leaped the fuck out of my CHEST



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Posted 02-28-2018, 06:19 PM |
Cobalt
Rogue
Male, 1.50
Meso-fighter
35 in, 130 lbs
5 ep
© sea
WE'RE FREE ANIMALS.
she finds herself more and more inclined to wander with the intrigue that this place offers. of course, this defies her sacred code to a nominal degree--the degree in which she is willing to step past. what was it this time? hunting, herbs, something to slip away if only for a moment. she needs only to envision the vastness of this place, before slipping again into her birthright. her small form is low to the ground, made the trudging through heavy snow difficult. her paws slip to and from the sting of snow with the beloved cringe of fresh pain. the cold prompts red hot pain from her flesh to muscles. the irony of it; to experience the fire where breath freezes on contact. the tussled strands of hair have gone wild with the vivid winds as they sweep over the smooth landscape. snow crystals swirl through the air and gather in her lashes and into shifting drifts. it is a slowly evolving ocean. tracks dust the frenzied waves, alerting her nose quickly. she stops at one, whose size she did not know was possible. what beast may have made it, she cannot gather a clue. speak and be heard.

&

& BORN TO DIE
she finds herself more and more inclined to wander with the intrigue that this place offers. of course, this defies her sacred code to a nominal degree--the degree in which she is willing to step past. what was it this time? hunting, herbs, something to slip away if only for a moment. she needs only to envision the vastness of this place, before slipping again into her birthright. her small form is low to the ground, made the trudging through heavy snow difficult. her paws slip to and from the sting of snow with the beloved cringe of fresh pain. the cold prompts red hot pain from her flesh to muscles. the irony of it; to experience the fire where breath freezes on contact. the tussled strands of hair have gone wild with the vivid winds as they sweep over the smooth landscape. snow crystals swirl through the air and gather in her lashes and into shifting drifts. it is a slowly evolving ocean. tracks dust the frenzied waves, alerting her nose quickly. she stops at one, whose size she did not know was possible. what beast may have made it, she cannot gather a clue. SPEAK AND BE HEARD.

for Sengen



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