08-07-2018, 03:03 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family:arial; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color:; padding: 20px"]Stellamaris had seen quite a lot of weird things in her day. Before she'd arrived in Sunhaven, she remembered meeting an acquaintance by the name of Tim. Now, not only was Tim a lion, but he had been a half-horse, and being so young at the time she'd been too scared to even approach him, nonetheless talk to the creature. When he noticed her fear, he had only let out a hearty laugh and told her that he didn't bite. It was not too long after that that they were joking about and playing, and soon, they even became friends. Thinking of him now made Stella's heart swell; where was he now, she wondered? He had wandered with lionesses before, she recalled distantly, but was he alive and well? She hoped so. Truly.
For now, her time was spent in this new group, learning the ins and outs with stumbling legs. Animals often approached her in an attempt to initiate conversation, but even that was returned sparingly, her indifference - although polite - stunting any further attempts. Admittedly she did not mind it. When she was younger she had been more open, but as time passed she closed up like a clam and relished the independence that came with it.
It was no surprise that she became bored with the constant bustle of camp and returned to the mountains, where the fields of flowers comforted her just like they had when she had joined. She was gliding through them, enjoying the soft petals that tickled her paw pads, when she heard a voice. It took her a moment to recognize that the voice was too high-pitched and young to be a threat, and when she did note this was when she followed it to the source. "Who are you talking to?" she inquired, a frown on her wide-eyed visage.
For now, her time was spent in this new group, learning the ins and outs with stumbling legs. Animals often approached her in an attempt to initiate conversation, but even that was returned sparingly, her indifference - although polite - stunting any further attempts. Admittedly she did not mind it. When she was younger she had been more open, but as time passed she closed up like a clam and relished the independence that came with it.
It was no surprise that she became bored with the constant bustle of camp and returned to the mountains, where the fields of flowers comforted her just like they had when she had joined. She was gliding through them, enjoying the soft petals that tickled her paw pads, when she heard a voice. It took her a moment to recognize that the voice was too high-pitched and young to be a threat, and when she did note this was when she followed it to the source. "Who are you talking to?" she inquired, a frown on her wide-eyed visage.