Post by Skyler on Aug 8, 2012 14:16:58 GMT -5
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| [atrb=background,http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q21/winkatuck/skylerpsdcopy-1.png,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=height,800,true][atrb=border,0,true][scrolly:h(50),w(1),sy][/scrolly] | [scrolly:h(160),w(465),sy]The meadow was a golden sea of grass and summer flowers that rippled and flowed so beautifully. A lone figure moved through the tall grasses, her grayish form catching the sunlight now and then. Now and then a twinkle of scale would bounce the rays back off of her. The great thick tail of hers left a more noticeable path in the river of gold, but she was not worried about leaving a trail in this area. Her leathery wings were folded to her sides, one crumpled and disfigured, the other full and majestic. She was a hybrid, a deformed hybrid that had been living in this valley since her unfortunate birth. Her soft brown eyes scanned the terrain as she found herself on a slight bluff. They found her destination with ease, she took a deep breath the filled her pink and brown mottled body. She let it out and moved her trim firm toward an inconspicuous rock. The reptilian-like wolf set one partially webbed paw infront of the other as she made her way toward the boulder. She moved some grass aside and peered into a large hole. Funny, it seemed bigger in her memories. It wasn't that long ago that she had lived under that rock. Her nose twitched as it picked up something from within. Had something moved into her home? Well, sure she had not lived in that hole for close to two years now, but at the same time it was a reminder of the hardships she had endured, despite being the former heir to the pack. Curiosity piqued in the always inquisitive mind of the young scholar. She carefully began shoving dirt away from the entrance, wanting to make it larger for her to see. Soon there was a series of nervous barks and growls uttered from within. Her gray ears perked up in surprise. She saw a vague outline of a number of furry bungles hiding. Foxes? She soon heard the tiny yips of kits. Suddenly guilt overcame her and she bit her dark lip. There was a family living in her old hovel. A place where she had been so alone for so long was now a warm safe place for youngsters. It was never that for her. She gave a resigned sigh and did her best to replace the dirt that she had pulled away. "I'm sorry...." Was all she said, even though she knew the foxes could not understand her. She patted the dirt back down with her thick tail. She even took it upon herself to add a bit more vegetation to hide the entrance of the den further from prying eyes. She didn't want anything to happen to them on account of her. She moved away from the rock den, thinking to herself of how far she had come. How time could heal things. She moved back to the bluff and laid her body down in the cool grass. On her belly she gazed up at the blue sky. A place where she would never be able to soar though. She looked at her deformed wing, it was half the size of her other one. Time would not heal something that was never whole. She looked back up at the sky, curling her great tail around her body for comfort. It wasn't long before the warmth of the sun began to tug on her eyelids. She rested her head on her partially webbed feet and gazed over the slipping meadow. For the moment she was contented just to enjoy the nice day. Her quest for knowledge was never over, but it could be put on hold for a nap. Speech [/scrolly] | [scrolly:h(80),w(1),sy][/scrolly] |
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