There is an idea.
there is more than just flesh.
Behind this mask,
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That was it! Finally. She spat the last tuft of soft fur on grass next to her nice, smooth rock platform. In winter, she allowed her tail to grow out to protect her skin from freeze burn, but in spring, off the first two thirds of her tail fur came! Hello beautiful, high class, shiny, gray skin. Of course right now, it was rather bloody because it had just been ripped out, but give it a few weeks and it’d shine like gloss because of her expert care. For the moment though, relief washed over her. One would think the process would get easier with time, but it still hurt like a bitch. Out of instinct, Shimza extended her tongue to lick the seeping blood away and get rid of that tingling feeling that was the after effect of pulling hair. She stopped herself quickly. No, no sir-ee. That would cause irritation and probably infection.
She smiled painfully and told herself to help stop the movement, “Hey! Now now, girly. Don’t go reverting to old habits.” Shimza brushed her golden muzzle with her soft, pink tongue and forced herself to turn away from her tail as she uncurled onto her side to spread out on the warm rock. Oo, yeah. Sun was a good thing. She breathed in, her large ribcage expanding upwards with air. Oh what nice, floral scents spring brought. The world renewed, but some how so ancient as well. She sighed out and closed her yellow eyes, enjoying the warmth the day spread on her gold fur.
She was, for the better part of an hour, completely still. It looked as if she were sleeping, though she was really only relaxing. Meditation was perhaps a better word. To neither exist in the past or future, to only exist in the immediate moment. But sooner or later, her brain caught up her with a thought, What next, Shimza? Huh? Well. Strange she should pick her own name today. Usually she decided on a different one. Well, what did Shimza want?
A nice soak in some water to get rid of the dried blood that had dripped off the top edge of her tail and onto the nice, luscious long fur lining the underside. Yup. Definitely needed a bath. A lady couldn’t be matted with blood, right? That was for Demons. Oh yes, the rumors of those delightful red-necks had reached her ears. She was curious about their odd culture, but she couldn’t say she was eager to find out either. Shimza rolled onto her stomach and smoothly slipped off the rock in a playful roll. She landed on her feet at the base and immediately strode in the direction of the river.
She stopped short, however. What? What? What was that?! No way that was… No, no it totally was. No other wolf had that elegant, long stride and stunning legs to show off. Hey there sister! Her older, beautiful, graceful dearest. Shimza’s tail wagged and she jumped into a lope as she sang greeting with a smooth, spicy whistle-like tune. “Is that my most favorite older sister I see?” Shimza called as she approached. Oh what fun it was to see family! What absolute delight! She had thought that might not ever see them again, and look here! A wonderful, truly treasured surprise.
------------------------------------------------------------shimza // female // 6 years // 26 inches // gypsy // no imprint // played by toulouse
Shimza