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Post by Terin on Jun 18, 2013 17:32:36 GMT
Terin used to be a runt - not expected to survive to adulthood. Yet ironically, she was the only survivor. Her mothers pack had strict rules - no abnormal markings, or death. Different colour to mother - death, different size? Didn't matter. Her siblings all had abnormal markings. Four strips of white colliding in a star shape. She had it too, but very faintly on her belly. Her mother had since abandoned her, too saddened to bring her up properly. She found herself hiding in all kind of terrain - from a desert, to a mountain, and forests to. She didn't enjoy it. With little company but the travellers whom she passed frequently, she was lonely. She sat in a hollow tree, yawning one day, before seeing something in the horizon just outside the forest. A pack ran past. She watched it, saddened that she couldn't have that happiness. Years of torture past until she finally decided to start her own pack. She never imagined she would run one before...
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