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Date Posted: 11:17:25 05/23/03 Fri
The refined walk of the feminine wolf brought her with each step closer and closer to the land dubbed as Secular Dominion. Her pelt gleamed, her eyes sparked- threatening to catch the brush ablaze with its dazzle. Tail swooshed, smacking the foliage of a berry bush with its swift and direct blow. Maw was parted to exhale the useless air she was delivering from her lungs- pure poison for others to breathe. The rich green foliage camouflaged her coarse brown coat. A multiple of colors were woven within her pelt, roasted browns, silvers, and burnt choral- were just the most present. Her knowledgeable eyes were the color of the woods that enclosed her. They were mostly the softest yellow of pollen, but if the lighting was right they could be as green as the pines. Her orifice was directed to the tops of the trees. With head cocked and breath stolen to refresh her last, she crooned one beautiful note. The wolf’s powerful howl quivered on the air, climbing higher and higher until the sound seemed to hover like some winged bird above the forest. It lingered long after she had dropped her head to gaze. Ears cocked forward to grasp any reply, she waited. Padded paws held the weight of her frame as she stood completely still, posed to perfection. Time ticked away upon the clocks in the human’s homes but she was unaware of any measure of time. She knew only that the golden orb in the sky above her disappeared at night to reveal and much more beloved silver circle that hung above her as she trotted about on the worn paths of the loners woods. She had seen one thousand-seven hundred-sixty five, in her life time but each was remember fondly. The moon was the only thing that had never left her for ever. Sure, she could account for many times when she had looked up to the black velvet heavens and not been able to find the moon’s crisp circle matted perfectly by the sky but within a few days it had come back to guide her paws as she trotted from home to home. She had loved each, but they hadn’t been want her heart was on the quest to find. This land might not be what she was after either, but what was the harm in staying awhile and see- that was, if they even allowed her entrée.
Title: Galatea
Period: 1825 traveled nights
Strain: Mix Breed
Tint: Earth tones
Gender: Female
Traits and Qualities:
Anything but ordinary. She changes on a whim and dances with the wind.
Nothing can keep this airborne angel upon the ground. Are you willing to see if you can tame this wild heart?
-Galatea
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