Emberwood pretty in punk

awkward af

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[size=small]While the scenery painted nostalgia and other feelings in the young male's mind, to Maera all of this was lost. Despite the fact she held on the idea of pursuing the career of a Naturalist she took little interest for the maze-like path the trees formed in front of her. All she wanted was to break something, preferably not her own bones.

With her tail still swinging wildly behind her and her tongue beginning to slide from the corner of her mouth the young adolescent began to trample a small snow mound, falling unconciously into a vaguely familiar scene of her childhood. Again Maera was shoving her snout into the compact mix as her paws worked ardously on it.
It was a reminiscing moment that sadly did not last.
Despite having Maera as the protagonist once again all other aspects of the original scene were brutally shoved out the window.
All cuteness and innocence were lost somewhere along the journey, perhaphs gone with her father or maybe furter back, stolen by the lynx along with her brother.
Wherever it was now it did not matter, for like them, it wouldn't return.

After the cold-blooded lol murder the flame pulled away from the scene, falling back into a rythmical motion that would soon be interrupted by a much more interesting, more lively opponent. From the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of black. She halted into a brusque stop and narrowed her eyes, for she too was wondering if the observer was one of her own kind too.
Pleased to see that he indeed was, she allowed herself to stray closer, her tail adopting a dominant pose she secretly (and shamelessly) liked to use on some of the youths back at the Glacier.

"You look breakable" she mused, scanning her eyes over his body without the slightest tinge of discretion. To be fair, he looked really breakable.. whatever that would mean.
While her parents had put a great effort to educate her and her siblings as well as they could, Maera's unrefined manners which I blame Danica for<3 still prevailed. The teen remained silent for a brief second, waiting for the male to react in some sort of way while she thought of a more fitting way to propose a battle without coming off like too much of a psycho.

Was there any etiquette rule one should follow to suggest a fight?
"You wanna start a fight or nah?" she then blurted, her shoulders shrugging non-chalantly as she spoke.
There.



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