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Ruieze Fields
Open fields and soft grass...
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Bad as can be, yeah you know I’m not so innocent Silence wasn't something that frequented the silver and black female's mind. Thoughts were always twisting and turning. Always whispering about that pretty head of hers. If not for how to keep herself alive and surviving, it was always something else. She had always been the most daring in her family. She wondered what it would feel like when she fell in love, if it was going to be the way everyone often tried to describe the feeling as. She had also heard from some strange wolf, one she hadn't caught the name of, that there was no certain way that everyone would expirience such a feeling, that everyone saw the world in a different way, and so the odds were they would not feel the same feelings when they fell in love. It was a confusing concept to the six year old female. The thoughts and possibilities about love went this way and that, up and down, side to side, it was enough to be giving her a headache. Silver sheened azure eyes looked over the grassy field around her, it was this point that her mind switched gears into different thoughts. Something rather strange and off track from the previous thought, something like why the sky was blue, or why blood was red. Alays thinking, always wondering, that was Morphine's wondering side in the bare basics rolled into a nutshell. Her family and the pack she had been in before Moladion had been a large one. And when one were to add friends and allies into the picture, it became a rather crowded image. But there was nothing wrong at all with such a thing. The larger a family was, the stronger it was. And though some large families weren't always close, both of hers had been the exception. Everyone looked out for everyone. Everyone cared about everyone. Back when she had been a yearling, she couldn't ever remember feeling frightened or alone. She had always had someone close to her or nearby. No-one had ever been alone in her family, and that included this very dark silvered female, and though she should have appreciated her good childhood she did not, because they tried to conform her into a perfectly behaved polite little princess, and she never wanted to be that. They had always kept an eye on her. Her lean yet slightly gaunt body had almost been too happy to return to the lands she had come to love after the disaster had ended, and while she had not been strong enough to protect any of the friends she had made, she had saved herself so she could live on and keep their memories high. She was anything but fearful as she traveled the grassy plain that tapered off into sand, silver sheened eyes gazing down at the stone flecked sand as if something were written in it, as if she were expecting something to happen, almost as if she expected a laggey stone to fall from the skies and crush her beneath it. She shook the frightening thought from her mind with a gentle shaking of her head, dark azure gaze lifting once more at what used to be familiar lands. She sanned the area as if combing for any familiarity, ears pricked just in case someone decided to approach. She stretched herself out, after not seeing anything important. Still, even now something didn't seem quite right. She loped more slowly now, the way she carried herself promising trouble to anyone who might try to mess with her. She stopped to take a lap from the lake waters she had come up besides, looking down at her simply beautiful form critically, almost as if expecting it to vanish, and her reflection stared back at her just as critically, mirror image silvered females. She continued to watch her reflection, almost as if she would stare until her mirror image blinked or lowered it's gaze. She took in the black brindled back, the way her posture stated she was not lacking any confidence. She doesn't know if she likes hat she sees, if this is really what she wants to be. If she wanted to be known as the woman with dark slver fur and a bite-me attitude. a satisfied smile creased her muzzle now, azure eyes shining with flames and fiery light as she decided she was satisfied. MORPHINE No home | Addicted to none | Sedated by none |