July 29, 2022, 03:26 PM
She knew she was surrounded here; pack scent flanked her on both sides, so she charted a course through the tangle's center. And what a place this was! Dhalia spent more of her time looking at her paws than anywhere much beyond them, her only clue to the outside world what she smelled and what she heard.
A place of fairytales, myths, and nightmares, even. What a shame, she hadn't come this far through the Wilds on her last journies through!
The easiest trek was certainly along the river's edge, so the nomad charted a winding southbound course through the rocks and spindling trees and scraggly mountain shrubbery.
A place of fairytales, myths, and nightmares, even. What a shame, she hadn't come this far through the Wilds on her last journies through!
The easiest trek was certainly along the river's edge, so the nomad charted a winding southbound course through the rocks and spindling trees and scraggly mountain shrubbery.
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I could be the bullets of a Gatling gun - by Redbird - July 25, 2022, 08:23 PM
RE: I could be the bullets of a Gatling gun - by Dhalia - July 29, 2022, 03:26 PM
RE: I could be the bullets of a Gatling gun - by Redbird - July 29, 2022, 03:51 PM
RE: I could be the bullets of a Gatling gun - by Dhalia - August 05, 2022, 10:55 AM
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