Desreal: And I Said... // Strandwolf, Anyone

Smoke rose from her nostrils as she breathed deep in the chilled weather. It bothered her not, what with her being from the mountains and all, but she still wished for spring and the beginning of new life. Soon though, or soon enough it would come.

She had come from the Academy, and her mind was filled with mottled thoughts and ideas. Satisfaction sat tight on her shoulders and across her rump. Purpose rose and crawled along her legs and up her chest until it too cloaked her like a corset. She was young in age, this was true. But over the past few weeks (or was it months? Ah…time did not matter) she had grown up in a lot of ways. Still she possessed the young and questioning mind, and her tongue still ran off with her. But her steps were more set and defined. Still there were traces of bounce and oomph, but they were tempered by a growing womanhood. Seductress she was not, nor would she try to be. Think girl next door. Innocent and almost unaware of the natural curves and beauty she possessed.

The bright sun bounced and sparked off the redish hide, the dark and light tresses mixing in together and banding to skew her vision. But she didn’t mind. Instead of returning to the mountains and the happy home there, she had taken a detour and ended up in Desreal, an unknown land. The trees grew thick and tall, and she broke step under one of them. Her mug lowered to snuffle at the bark, head turning to scratch lightly upon it. She had no specific business here, just a simple break from routine that would do the soul good.

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Hello! My name is Eithne. I'm a mix of temper and humor, of stubborness and second chances. It's been 4 years I wandered off from my homelands. I dance to my own beat, and if I don't like you, then I really, really don't like you. However! If you can convince me to be friends, then we're friends for life.