{18th Century. England} *The breeze blew through her fur causing it to go back off her face as she run through the darkening woods, enjoying the alone time and every time she did this the freedom of the time she had spent out there.* *Invigorated she run passed trees, run over fallen debris throughout the woods until she reached the top of the mountain, she stood there in the open with her front paw on a tree trunk and the wind was blowing a little harder up here and it sent a shiver through as she overlooked the county. Her village looked like a miniature dot from where she stood, a smile spread over her wolf face as she felt more superior than usual, her family may not want anything to do with her, because she was brought up by mother and they believed her to be like her mother. She knew that she had her mothers anger and hatred toward them because of what they were, but right now she felt like the queen of the world and none of them could take that away from her.*
Posted on: Sun, 23 Mar 2014 00:57:10 +0000
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