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 Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2014 6:47 pm
This is a private RP between Tharsirion (lysia_nyteblade) and Shaelyn (spelldancer)  
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Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2014 6:49 pm
Shaelyn wandered into the meadow near her home. She was not actually preparing to do any art. Well, not any physical art. Shaelyn felt like dancing. Which, as she was justifying to herself, is a kind of art so it was fine that she was taking time from her great project to dance for a while. The meadow grass was a little sad after the last frost and there were no flowers but that didn’t matter to Shaelyn. It wasn’t about the background of the dance but the dance itself. She was fleetingly glad that there were no flowers to crush as she danced but brushed that aside as unimportant. If there had been flowers she would have danced anyway.
Slowly she started to move about. First checking the footing to make sure that there were no holes, stomping here and there to check the firmness of the ground. Then as she became confident that she would not break an ankle, she started to speed up. Quite rapidly she was prancing and rearing about, twirling and bowing as she moved through the field. Shaelyn lost herself to some silent music playing for only her.
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Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2014 7:43 pm
 Again he wandered. His task for today was to make a sort of mental map of the land as far as he dared go. He'd been growing bolder over the time he'd been free. Wandering alone didn't leave him feeling as edgy as he had been.. And giving recent events.. He was certain that he wasn't being hunted down. He breathed easily as he crept through the trees, pushing his way through the leafless brush that pulled and clawed at his legs as he moved. His own hind claws left a distinct track behind him as his talons dug into the earth helping to push him through some of the thicker brush.
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Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2014 8:08 pm
It was a faint rustle that jarred Shaelyn out of her trance. She chose to keep dancing but her ears flicked forward and towards the noise. Her attention was captured even if she wanted to lure whatever was making the noise into a false sense of safety. Shaelyn didn’t mind visitors, in fact they were welcome to come view her art work, she just didn’t trust the noise to be a safe one. There were always dangers about and she needed to be ready to tear into flanks with her claws if it was needed.
With one last pivot on hind legs, she came down hard on the ground, hard enough to hurt her bones and cause her to stop dancing. Tossing her head to make it look as though she meant to stop that way she called out “well, who might you be?” She tried to not think of how foolish she would look, if only to herself, it the ‘who’ turned out to be a hare or something of the sort.
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