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The multi-toned ivory, tan, and silver form seemed to be tip-toeing across the stone. From her perspective, the ground barely seemed stable enough to support her weight. At least, this was Ayna’s opinion on the matter. However, she couldn’t deny that the pain from the fall would be absolutely delightful if it didn’t kill her or knock her unconscious. What pleasure could the pain possibly bring her if she wasn’t awake to experience it? The answer to that question would be none since masochists reveled in their own physical suffering. It sounds sick, but it brought such delight to her apparently warped mind. Then again, the world would be a very boring place if everyone was on the same page. That was something the Scandinavian wolf happened to very grateful for, as she hated boredom above all else.
Sharp, yellow flecked amber pools looked around as she took a reckless leap from the cliff and onto the tree top. It was crazy and the fall was definitely going to hurt. Her audits had picked up on the sounds below, but she didn’t particularly think anything of them. Sure, it was peculiar, but nowhere near as interesting or pleasant as the delicious pain that would soon be wracking her form from the fall. The idea of the dirt clinging to her pelt didn’t bother her as it might some females. Of course, the branch broke under all 160 pounds of Ayna and sent her hurtling towards the ground.
Branches and bark tore into her flesh as she plummeted towards the ground. All one would have seen of her was a blur of white, tan, and gray. Perhaps even a bit of black from her nose, but not much else. None of her features would have been particularly clear until she hit the ground, or in this case, wolf. A very fluffy, white wolf from what another observer would have seen. Sure, her frame was sore from the bruising that resulted from her tumble, but it was nowhere near as bad as she was expecting. Ayna quickly rolled off the thing that spared her something she desired, despite having the air briefly knocked out her lungs, and whined.
“Why didn’t that fall hurt more?! It feels so good!”
[Ayna]
[Four]
[Amber with yellow flecks]
[Ayna is 30.5 inches and weighs 160 lbs. She has a lean-ish build due to being the runt of her litter. Her undercoat is white. She has a brown/gray saddle like marking. She also has tan or cream points and a grayish mask.]
[Ayna is a masochist and a flirt. She lives for causing trouble despite being the smallest of her litter. While there is probably more to her than this, you'll have to try to get to know her if you can.]
[Twin brother]
[No Pack]
[No Mate]
[No Imprinter Found]
[No Offspring]
[Wyndstar]
[Wyndstar (chatango), Kaleymagic47(aim)]
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