10-24-2021, 07:08 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-26-2021, 05:46 PM by Uriel. Edited 1 time in total.)
A breeze rustled through her golden pelt — the cold attempting to penetrate was what her thick fur. Though she should be thankful to be that of a wolf with a fine pelt, for though the Tundra was not a place Uriel was used to.. She could feel her body adjusting through and gradually taking an enjoyment of it. When she thought to go elsewhere, it was like a pull refraining from her to go. Like something was keeping her into this land.
She knew not what it was, but tried to find it. Beyond that of the land of the cold, she could see through a silver gaze mountains beyond, where the snow seemingly did not reach. Uriel turned away, a venture back into the tundrian land in a prowling of curiosity, and looked. A survivor, she would continue on even if the others had damned to her death, to renew what once was.
She will survive.
She knew not what it was, but tried to find it. Beyond that of the land of the cold, she could see through a silver gaze mountains beyond, where the snow seemingly did not reach. Uriel turned away, a venture back into the tundrian land in a prowling of curiosity, and looked. A survivor, she would continue on even if the others had damned to her death, to renew what once was.
She will survive.
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