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Post by Akila on May 22, 2010 10:44:50 GMT -5
Simmering heat rose from the sun baked land, visible even to the nakedest of eyes. Nothing moved here. Nothing grew either. It was just plain, dreadfully hot earth.
One thing was different from the usual days, though. One thing was out of place.
A young, lone wolf, wandered over the parched land, her white fur too thick to withstand the current heat. Akila padded on over the hard, cracked earth, tongue lolling out of her mouth, panting slightly. Why had she come here? Was it seriously impossible for her to make a good judgement on where to go? First, she had ended up on that god forsaken, two foot wridden Island, and now, now she was here! But, come on, this was the fae whom had survived human attack. Who had fought against dogs, for peets sake! Surely, she wouldn't let a single thing like the sun slow down her tracks.
Apparently she would.
[Open to anyone. Sorry, i'm rubbish at first posts :/]
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