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Post by Starry on Dec 28, 2011 21:23:25 GMT -6
Saria
~I Am The Secret, The Words We Dare To Say~
The scent of ashes and smoke was thick in the air. Just as it always was after rain in the marshes of Mak'Unta. One would have thought that the scent would have faded after all the years that had passed since the Great Marsh Fire. Though it remained pungent in the den site, especially after a storm. Water dripped from the remains of dead tree branches, and off of the dens but luckily the dens remained insulated from the water.
It was still a bit cloudy from the previous night's rain but that didn't mean that shafts of sunlight wouldn't shine through the clouds. Bright yellow eyes observed this, from the safety and warmth of the Healer's den. The form rose inside the den, taking a moment to stretch before sticking a paw outside of it's den. Next came a black nose, sniffing the air, a little more of it's muzzle emerged, scrunching up slightly at the scent that filled the air.
A beautiful white wolf stepped delicately out onto the muddy island that the Mak'Unta's called home. Bright yellow gold orbs looking around, before the fae lifted her head up to look at the clouds above, letting out a soft sigh. Letting her tail calmly droop before she lowered her head and stepped out into the mud, every now and again lifting a paw and shaking the wet dirt off of her paws. She still wasn't used to the feeling of mud squishing in-between her toes even though she had lived here her whole life.
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