There is an idea.
there is more than just flesh.
Behind this mask,
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He was a character, wasn’t he? Or… not really a character. He seemed more like an imaginary friend one might of conjured to vent to. Shimza didn’t honestly know how to place him because of his… lack of anything. Was he even listening? Ah. Apparently he was as he very slowly, almost cautiously, lowered his back end to sit on the ground. He was a strange creature. Though he was physically a feather weight, he seemed impossibly heavy. He moved as if every joint in him were stiff with arthritis, but somehow as if his limbs were just as likely to fall off him because they were so loosely attached. Maybe he’s a walking corpse, Shimza considered, for carcasses were stiff and limbs would detached from the body with relative ease.
Regardless of what he was, though, it was clear he was staying around to listen. That was all the encouragement Shimza needed to launch into the rant that was bubbling in her chest. “But I’m ever the sucker for taking so-called good opportunities,” Shimza rolled her eyes at herself and continued on, “But all opportunities end badly, which is why I always end up searching for new ones.”
“Like before coming here, I was in this really nice range of mountains. When I got there, life was booming. Lots of packs, lots of wolves. Business is good when there is enough drama around, you know. I think maybe I can stay for longer than usual. Then a mountain blows its top, bathing the territories in fire. Talk about a time of chaos. I end up babysitting for a week because the pups’ oh-so responsible parents up and lost them. Well, in that time, the stupid little buggers go and decide to have an adventure. They try and reach the top of the mountain that’s spewing lava! Well, you can imagine, they all get lost and are stranded on an island that’s surrounded by lava. I go and save them. The result of that good deed? I get my pads burned after saving the pups from the fruits of their own idiocy. I finally free myself of those twerps once I find their alpha,” Shimza snorted in disgust. Really, she had liked the puppies just fine, but she hated parenting them for even the first day. A week of that was torturous.
Still, though, she had had an even more miserable time on the coat of the ocean (probably because she had been in a relationship that ended poorly there). The place had been full of nasty wolves, but mostly, the weather was what she remembered. Upon recalling it, she sprung into a different story for the male sitting by her, “And before the fiasco with those munchins, I was on the western coast! Beaches are supposed to be warm and sunny, but it’s the rainy season, naturally, when I arrive. Rain, rain, rain - all the time! Like, once a week the sun shines. But, hell, I stick around. ‘Shimza,’ I tell myself, ‘the dry season will be worth sticking around for.’ After all, the coast is nice in the dry season, I figure, so why not stay until then? Well, I’ll tell you why not. You get soaked fur, fish breath, and dry pads – because of all the salt there! It’s miserable to walk on dry, cracked paws. Plus, all the wolves are grumpy and full of vicious primitive desires. They also compete over fresh water, of which there is hardly enough to sustain prey and predator even in the rainy season. Needless to say, my months there are hard, miserable, and dangerous. So, there went my life on the coast.”
“Talk about bad weather following me around. Next, some natural phenomenon will strike and give me a nice, big, scar to mar my looks along with this ear (Shimza flicked her one bitten and torn ear) and this chipped nail (She waved the nail at the male to emphasize it). And once the world is finished destroying my physique, it’ll finally decide to swallow me whole and bury me under six feet of dirt. I hate dirt,” Shimza bared her teeth in anger and her golden fur bristled as if to express her distain for dirt. Catching herself losing her own temper, she quickly shook her head and dismissed the anger (for there was no point at being angry with things out of her control) and she swiped her tongue once over her right leg to smooth out a patch of fur that had been misplaced by her temper. She breathed in deeply and sighed out to calm her rapid speech and she concluded in a slower voice, “In any case, I should be very glad if the world decided to leave me alone. You get me, right… ah… what’s your name?”
Shimza shook herself from head to tail to hide the disbelief she felt at spouting that rant. At least now she knew the world was out to destroy her good looks. First it tried to dry her out with salt, then it burned her pads, then she got her ear torn in a fight, and now the earth was after her nails. Blast it! It would take weeks for her to make her nail perfectly shiny again. This string of luck was ridiculous! Driven from place to place. Gosh. When would the world decide to drive her out of Moladion? Hopefully not too soon. Her sister, Catalina, was around after all, and Shimza didn’t want to be separated so soon from her.
------------------------------------------------------------shimza // female // 6 years // 26 inches // gypsy // no imprint // played by toulouse
Shimza