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Posted: Feb 8 2006, 06:41 PM
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Member  Group: Pack Member Posts: 14 Member No.: 16 Joined: 3-February 06  |
Mineta had enjoyed her walk with Akuma. He had shown her around the packlands and then bid her farewell, she presumed to go about some business or other for the pack. Mineta glowed with happiness, for she could have hoped for nothing better than the welcome she had received to this place. She had not yet been greeted by any members of the pack, but she was eager to further explore the lands. The fields that Akuma had told her were called the Blood Stained Fields had looked like a good place to start her expeditions. She scampered into the field and then stood as tall as she could, looking out over the tall grass. She could see why it had recieved its name, and felt proud that she made that connection. It was such a wide, vast space, she felt herself getting smaller, almost.
She delighted in the possibilities that rolled out before her paws. Her eyes were bright and a breeze brushed back her grey fur and tickled her ears, which she flicked idly as she stood there, her tail held high behind her, her neck craned still to look out over the land. Then, with a sudden swell in her chest just as suddenly expelled, she barked out of sheer glee. Her paws launched her into the air and forward into the fields. She bounded, she leapt, she scampered and rolled and gamboled about to her hearts content, until she was staggering, panting to catch her breath, laughter trailing behind her into the breeze that kept her coat cool as she played. Mineta was having fun for the first time since that horrible day... She shook her head violently, bucking around and growling to herself. She clenched her jaws and shook her head erratically back and forth, back and forth. No, no, no! She growled again, her head sinking low and her tail curling under her belly and her ears laced back against her skull. No, she refused to think about the past. It was behind her. She sobbed quietly and then picked up her head, leaping half heartedly, trying to bring back the playful dance from a few moments before. But it wouldn't come. She stood then, forlornly in the center of the field, all alone. |
 
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