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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 1:22 pm
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Boredom. Such a tedious feeling. When things weren't good enough anymore -- when there was something else to be had and she was being spurred on to have it. She never really stopped to think about why it was that she was bored, all that mattered was that she was. Time to move on and find something else.
That was what she was in the process of when she caught the scent of mud and, fainter, blood. Her nose quivered, an ear twitched, and she followed. She did not live with second thoughts or caution - she sought something new, and something new had presented itself.
The muddy pool wasn't far, nor was the buck she found on its bank, still dripping from his wash. There was no trace of blood on his coat, but the scent of it would take longer to wash away. Surely he did not think just a bath would make him innocent to the world - the thought brought a curl to the corner of her mouth.
"Perhaps you should roll in a field of flowers next," she teased.
Ruriska Procrastination aww yeah! I find my chances of replying to something are highest when I first see a post, and decay exponentially afterwards lol x.x
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 7:12 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 7:25 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 8:50 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 9:39 pm
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