.|| My Grubby Halo; a vapour trail on the empty air ||. IP: 137.28.239.29 Posted on September 9, 2011 at 03:51:34 PM by Bellatrix
The vixen ran through the small feild that surrounded the traydon river with ease, although she was new to the lands, she found them quite easy to naivigate as far as navigation was concerned. The red fox had been looking for a change of scenery, the mountain had seemed perfect, and although she hadn't met anyone yet, Bellatrix was sure when she did she would soon. Whether she wanted to or not.
The vixen really was rather odd looking, a dark blue fox, her front legs completely dark grey, a darker shade than her all over fur color. Her ears were black, as was her tail, with the tuft being a silver that covered her jaws and toes on her front feet. Pink eyes peered from her skull in concentration as she continued to move through the field, but something caught them and she stopped abruptly...she was hungry, and she needed to take care of that before...nope, it was too late. She had already seen what she so craved, and she gritted her teeth and walked over to the river side...to a pile of pebbles and dirt, possibly left by an otter or beaver. Gulping, she stared at the pile, being possessed by a food disorder like this was the pits. She always wanted to eat things like wood, stones, mud, dirt...and this was no different.
Before she could stop herself, the rather, once-pretty, vixen gulped down the pile, chewing the dirt and pebbles with pleasure, her eyes screwed up now in such enjoyment that she might have been eating the finest rabbit ever found, not a pile of dirt and pebbles. Laying down as she swallowed, she laid her head on her paws in disgust...why? For such a tough vixen normally she seemed quite easy to break... Replies: There have been no replies.
