Getting Warmer ~ Open

[Estotia]

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[atrb=background,http://i1061.photobucket.com/albums/t464/Mumble785/postingtable2mid.png] Wow, of every unexpected thing, that was probably the most unexpected. It was actually becoming warmer. Estotia leaped surely across the prairie, her bounds low. The tickle of the blooming grasses and her thick beige belly fur never parted, though her paws never seemed to touch the ground, giving the appearance that she was merely skimming over the grasses. She was a snake. A brightly colored red orange snake with shimmery turquoise eyes, legs and two tails. Sure. The exclusive privilege to have more than one tail was the blessing of being a mature lyxxus. She didn't like it much herself. The twin tails were whipping around her wildly at the moment. Having split not two weeks ago, Estotia still found it a bit unnatural to control and wasn't used to having them constantly brush against each other. Growing a bit irritated at the two of them, she whipped around suddenly, snapping at them. This was obviously a bad idea in more ways than one; one of those reasons being that she had shifted rapidly in the middle of a jump. Ungracefully, she hit the ground on her side with a yelp and rolled a few feet. She laid there for a second before pushing herself up into a sitting position, her side stinging from the rough impact. Shaking the bits of dried grass from her coat, she folded her ears back and peered over the tall grass as it swayed with the frosty breeze, searching for any upsets in the steady rhythm and trying to catch any strange scents. Seeing nothing significant in her quick scan, she ducked back to where she wasn't very visible, sending a glare at her tail as if it was its fault. She scoffed and settled her head down on her paws, her ears pricked and alert for any sounds and her nose twitching periodically. Astonishingly, she found herself almost wishing another wolf would chance upon her. What wonders never cease?

((Lyrics by Ozzy Osbourne))

[Altan]

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[Estotia]

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[atrb=background,http://i1061.photobucket.com/albums/t464/Mumble785/postingtable2mid.png] Estotia only rested for a moment before becoming restless. With a light snort she raised her head again and propped herself up back into a sitting position. Curiously, she nudged a few of the stalks and grass blades around her, taking in their scent and texture with only mild interest. Her head sideways, she gently gripped one in her small teeth, nibbling it lightly before biting down and snapping it with a crack in her teeth. Her ears pricked at the audible sound the stalk made. Smirking, she snapped at another. It made a sound as well, a touch louder than the other. She lost any speck of interest in the grass quickly. She almost missed that new scent, however. The breeze shifted, blowing wolf scent towards her before switching again. She was instantly alert and sat still and quiet, her black-tipped ears swivelling like radars to catch any rustling caused by a disturbance other than the wind. She didn't pick out anything specific and instead sniffed deeply, trying to pick up scent. After a moment's hesitation, she reared up, her front paws leaving the ground so that only her bunched up hindquarters supported her. This way, she was a bit taller, scanning the area from a newer perspective. She almost thought she caught a quick flash of something amonst the grass, but she quickly lost sight of it. Even so, she decided to investigate. Even if it wasn't a wolf as she thought, it was still worth checking out in her books. Trying to keep the rustling that would give her away to a minimum, she crept through the grass, her nose and paws parting it slowly to allow her to pass.

((Lyrics by Ozzy Osbourne))

[Altan]

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