There is an idea.
there is more than just flesh.
Behind this mask,
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Honestly, the minor earth quake had scared Shimza a little, for a crack had opened up under her and she fell into darkness. But she was alive and well. Now, she was mad at it. How long could the earth be entertained with throwing disasters at her?! She’s been through it all. Seriously. Erupting volcanoes, rampaging tsunamis, destructive tornadoes, and even before she’d been caught in an earthquake that cracked open a chasm miles long. Each had ruined her route of travel, hopes of a home, or even a place to rest. What, pray tell, did this disaster ruin for her? Since it had been so short, she didn’t immediately know the disaster she’d be face with, but she was positive she would face it.
She scoffed and shook her fur loose of the dirt that she been thrown over her golden back. Oh, there it was. Dirt. Shimza snorted and shook her fur furiously again. The small quake had been an attempt to ruin her fur. Well, HA! Failed attempt! Her fur was utterly unharmed and could be cleaned. Shimza tossed her head and raised her tail in triumph, only to gasp and squeal in horror when she glanced down at her nails. Three! Three broken! Shimza cursed and hurriedly licked away the dust cover her precious honey colored claws. She frowned in heartbreak. Months. It was take months for her to restore them. Okay, admittedly it was exaggerated, weeks more like. But still, it was a mar for that long on her perfect golden form and she was livid about it.
Her sneezed dust away and her fur bristled in agitation. She shook herself for a third time, and finally felt free of the dirt she’d been covered in. As she did so, she started to talk herself down from her overactive hatred of the earth for ruining three of her nails, “We are all good. Nail heal, they heal. They’ll look-” in the midst of her sentence she head the paw steps of cautious wolves patter into the cave. Oh just great. Now she had a audience for her ghastly appearance! In all honesty, she hardly looked harmed, but she felt violated and ugly and bruised.
She pinned her ears in displeasure as she strode towards them, they were the closest way out besides up, anyways. She heard the tentative hello first, and then the sharp voice of a female displeased about rock-friend making. What was going on? Had she stumbled upon children playing in the newly found caves? NO! This couldn’t be happening. She’d spent far too much time with pups lately. She wanted no more of them. Shimza prepared herself to look vicious so that she could chase off the little rats, but when she turned the corner, her hostile form dropped away immediately.
Her body morphed into that of an elegant, athletic, wolf as she took in the sight of that black and silver male attempted to befriend that frightened rabbit-wolf thing. A scent test proved that there was a third wolf outside the cave. Well, she’d just stuck gold, hadn’t she? With graceful steps she approached with her tail high, though her tail remained passive so that she wasn’t claiming dominance, but rather, attention. The light from further in the caves filtered around her to give her a soft glow in the settling dust of the cavern.
“Hello,” Shimza returned his greeting in a charming voice. She stopped near him with a soft grin on her features before she turned her head towards the totally undignified she-wolf he had meant to greet. She raised a brow at her and then returned her gaze to the male, “Come to explore with your little group, have you?” Here, she gestured to the female standing just outside the entrance of the cave. To encompass the whole gang that had come trotting into her caves. Because they were hers now, for they had swallowed her up and they’d pay with their freedom.
------------------------------------------------------------shimza // female // 6 years // 26 inches // gypsy // no imprint // played by toulouse
Shimza