There is an idea.
there is more than just flesh.
Behind this mask,

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A cold chill licked Shimza’s thin fur. Nooooooo! Winter was on the way. Gag her, please. Shimza pouted as she tucked her head and continued onwards. She had to find a nice cozy place to stay for the winter. She had heard the other gypsies had had luck staying in Spirane the previous year, so she was hopeful that they would be just as accomidating to her. Of course, though, they had to live in the mountains. Why?! Why was this so? It was colder in the mountains in winter than anywhere else.

Honestly, she enjoyed the mountains in summer, spring, and even sometimes in fall, but it was beyond her why any pack would chose to winter up in the cold peaks. But, she supposed, there were all sorts of nice valleys they probably had. Shimza shook her head. Maybe she was spiteful because this trek was miserable. Combined with wind and cold, the already treacherous terrain was made worse. If only she had a gallant knight to help her on her way, she might have better kept a more optimistic temper.

You’re almost at the border, Shimza tried to encourage herself. It did little to help her foul mood. She gasped as one of her paws slipped on loose gravel. Luckily, she was flexible and able to regain her balance skillfully. No harm came to her, though the scare did much to shake her since a mistake like that could get her killed on more narrow paths higher up in the mountains. Shimza rounded a sharp curve and with much relief too, because the howling wind was suddenly blocked by the side of the mountain. Well, this cheered her up some, some. It was the small reliefs that made life happy, right? … Bull. There was still plenty to complain about with this trip. Shimza’s eyes rolled and she danced with more agility up rocky road now that the wind wasn’t threatening to blow her off into a ravine.

And finally! The border. Shimza sighed with relief and she sat down at it. She had come far enough, now she’d be more than happy to let these pack wolves come to her and give her a little guidance through this labyrinth. First, however, she must look her best. Within a few moments, the straightened her golden fur and untangled the long, silky fur of her tail. The fur on the top of her tail was growing in for winter. Sadly, the fur was at an awkward stage where it was short enough to show some of her gray skin, but was fuzzy enough to be noticed. Shimza raised a brow at it in scrutiny. Well, there was little she could do about it. It had to grow out for winter, even if the in between stage was distasteful to look at.

Finally situated to look her best, she raised her chest proudly and wrapped her tail around her front paws. She breathed in and sang a long, full note to announce her desire to be found. She hoped they wouldn’t keep her too long since night was approaching quickly, but she wasn’t distressed about their coming either. Unless they were entirely rude, they would come to at least see what she wanted within the next hours. After all, hiking through mountains took a while and if no patrol were close, then she’d be bound to have a long wait.

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shimza // female // 6 years // 26 inches // gypsy // no imprint // played by toulouse

Shimza