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Ooc — Natalie
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July 23, 2014, 10:22 PM
(This post was last modified: August 02, 2014, 01:45 PM by Kipling.)
edited to conclude this thread.
Wooow.
Kipling cooed at the other she-wolf, watching as her swarthy figure effortlessly slipped into the creek. Much more elegant than her erupt entry. You're so majestic.
Despite the teasing tone that accompanied the compliment it was still somewhat genuine. Her eyes briefly wandered upward pausing at the sky, to consider if she should be jealous; she'd always been reckless on her paws, and Kipling swallowed the thought with a small chuckle not sure if she could change certain things about herself.
Before you happen to slither way, do you have a name?
Perhaps it would serve her no purpose, or perhaps someday she'd be able to tell tales about the enigmatic dark figure who insisted toads were frogs and crept around creek beds in an orderly fashion. She certainly sounded like a great start to a rather odd antagonist.
Before she could come up with any good stories though, the two wolves parted ways, and somehow Kipling hadn't managed to get her name after all.
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