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Post by littlefern24 on Mar 21, 2013 21:30:30 GMT
Evelyn, hidden inside the shelter of an abandoned animal's nest, laid stiffly asleep, her breathing labored. The female was young, to young to be out her alone...her soft feautures had hardened these past moons, with all the maturing she had to do to surive. But lonliness also crept onto her like a predator, and would stay for quite awhile. Evelyn's fur was spiked with dried out mud, from yesterday's rain. Was this another day to dread? Or did a new plant poking out of the dirt symbol a new life, a new start, and possibly...hope?
Evelyn's lips made a straight line, and her jaw was clenched tightly as she somehow managed to haul herself up out of her comfortable position. The wind chose her as a target; her cheek felt cut from a sharp passing blade of wind.
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Post by littlefern24 on Apr 19, 2013 11:25:08 GMT
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