I want the part of you that you refuse to give. *anonymous*
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Ooc — Danni
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Petite paws stepped on shaky limbs into the forest. Sounds and sights, flew upon her, and around her. She lay her ears across her head. Scars criss crossed her tiny form from years of living alone. Her memory was fleeting, slowly beginning to fade. She knew it was time for her to die, had known for months. So it was with trepidation she had came back to these woods. Theses places where she had birthed her children, loved her husband. All of them were probably gone, long gone now.
Ragnar was dead. She had smelled Gunnar this way. Ah sweet Gunnar so steadfast, so broken. He had never taken a mate. She had not stayed with him, but he would visit her, her only child who had known where she was, because the others had all dispersed and she had not wished to cause them anymore pain.
She walked her fur grizzled with age, and though she could still eat, mostly fish thanks to her weakening teeth, her body still held the thin look of an old woman.
Ragnar was dead. She had smelled Gunnar this way. Ah sweet Gunnar so steadfast, so broken. He had never taken a mate. She had not stayed with him, but he would visit her, her only child who had known where she was, because the others had all dispersed and she had not wished to cause them anymore pain.
She walked her fur grizzled with age, and though she could still eat, mostly fish thanks to her weakening teeth, her body still held the thin look of an old woman.
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