07-14-2018, 06:08 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 550px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; border-bottom: 2px dashed;"]Rochelle knew what it feel like to run away, especially when it was running away from family. When she had abandoned her post as leader of her previous group, she'd done so to escape the shadow of her family. Her mother had been a tyrant ... and a murderer. She didn't want anything to do with that, she didn't want to feel weighed down by the decisions of those before her. So she'd set off by herself, and that was how she'd gotten to the Typhoon. So far, it was a choice she was growing fond of. Rochelle no longer felt stifled by the bloodshed and violence that she'd been surrounded by everyday.
"Junior," The dark brown wolf greeted the kid with a fond smile, "I'm Rochelle. It's a pleasure to meet you." She limped up beside Goldenluxury and Papercutter, her tail softly brushing against her healing leg wound. The pressure of her tail or paw often eased the soreness of it, so she couldn't help but do that. Rochelle refocused back on Junior though, a small smile tracing across her face. She was fond of kids, still if she thought about it she was fond of most. Young ones, though, it was always so fascinating to her how independent and full of personality they could be, whereas often adults lacked depth and care. "I hope you didn't have to travel very far, right?" The wolf asked politely, her head tilting ever so slightly to the left.
"Junior," The dark brown wolf greeted the kid with a fond smile, "I'm Rochelle. It's a pleasure to meet you." She limped up beside Goldenluxury and Papercutter, her tail softly brushing against her healing leg wound. The pressure of her tail or paw often eased the soreness of it, so she couldn't help but do that. Rochelle refocused back on Junior though, a small smile tracing across her face. She was fond of kids, still if she thought about it she was fond of most. Young ones, though, it was always so fascinating to her how independent and full of personality they could be, whereas often adults lacked depth and care. "I hope you didn't have to travel very far, right?" The wolf asked politely, her head tilting ever so slightly to the left.
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ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags
ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags