In a mountain side valley a Female Ulaya sat amoung a feild of blood red poppies. Her sandy fur and chestnut hair seemed to blend in slightly with the earth... except for the poppies. She had a content smile on her face as she closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. She openened her sparkling blue eyes slowly and let out a long slow breath.
Ragdoll examnied the the feild once more as she turned her head in a slight circle to look around fully. She liked coming to this feild because it reminded her of blood, gore, and her favorite pain. The smile on her face grew wider as she looked at the flower sitched to her thigh, she thought of how that had gotten there and it made her giggle slightly.
Feeling rather giggilly and bubilly, Ragdoll began to prance around the feild, jumping randomly here and there as if she were pouncing on something. On one rather failed pounce, she tripped over a rather large rock, and flopped... which resulted in her face planting into the Poppies, and the dirt and gravel underneath.
Ragdoll flopped over onto her back and stared up at the sky, her face was in pain and she'd probably have to stitch something there... she already had a tear drop, she wondered what she might put next... as the pain FULLY registered to her brain she giggled lightly and brushed away the dirt from her eyes.
