When everything's made to be broken...OPEN

when everything's made to be broken...

I don't understand why I'm so restless after days and night of walking on frozen paws, and inhaling icy shards of the winter air with such little sleep. Maybe it's just so dead set in my mind that I'm going to find that place where I belong soon, and so with high unstoppable hopes I continue. Or maybe it's the thought that if I finally stop I'll never get back up, therefore I'm dead left with an unsuccessfulness that I wouldn't be able to live with myself in my next life.

Hunting had become so harsh on my fragile limbs that it was hard to even survive throughout this season, still though I refused to let such thing stop me from anything, if so I wouldn't be my fathers daughter. I managed to climb the highest of heights and push through the lowest of lows, which is the way I'd been taught. Stopping now will without a doubt ruin me thoroughly. What would my father think if he were now? I'd imagine he will be proud of me, but I still believe he would scold me for putting myself in such low health; I'd never hear the end of it.

A smile danced across my face as I enter the Woodlands, and I couldn't help myself but leap with joy and roll around in the cool blanket of snow fallen beneath the trees. Completely disregarding the dangers surrounding me, I giggle to myself happily. I hadn't realized that I entered the Moladion lands until now, and even though I feel completely stupid I'm still as happy as ever. This is it, this is the land I've been searching for, and now that I'm here with nothing to do I just lay and play.

My bush whipped snow up into the air, and it flew like flour, quickly falling back down and coating the milky white pelt of my underbelly.

I just want you to know who I am.
female - three - imprintable - mateless
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