-You can't Stop me.- IP: 173.217.32.180 Posted on October 31, 2010 at 02:10:28 PM by Draga
The tri-colored wolf/dog was trotting about, bored out of her mind. Draga was looking for something to do. Her curled tail bobbed with her light gait as she was out in the open, completely obvious to anyone who looked. And that was the key word, if they looked. Her steps were silent, unheard to anyone no matter how hard they listened.
She was not so skilled as her mother though. The red, grey, and white fem crinkled her nose slightly. She would be greater than Dracana, oh yes she would. That was young Draga's goal at least. Until that day though, the tri-colored, mostly wolf fae needed to keep herself occupied. Something was supposed to happen, but whatever it was, it was taking longer than expected. Her mother was supposed to give her a task to do, but the grey wolf hadn't yet. Thus, Draga was left to her own ends.
That was when she spotted Pluto ahead of her. The wind was in her favor to day, brining the brute's scent to her but not hers to him. Draga grinned and continued to trot forward, picking up her pack just enough to get closer. Her ears twitched, picking up the sound of his voice, but no words. So, Draga figured she'd pick her own words after hearing that growl. "Aw, the poor boy is upset. Did his mommy leave him before he was old enough to fend for himself," she said, a twisted grin on her maw. Push the buttons, it was just a matter of finding the right ones. Replies: There have been no replies.
