Post by Razma on Oct 4, 2006 17:49:56 GMT -5
ooc: anyone can come I don't mind I just wanna rp
Soft paws slowly stepped forward to confront the river. Her nose was on the ground sniffing around following the sent of her path she took yesterday, she raised her head with a fierce gluier looking around at the river. She has mean walking endlessly every day just to drink some water from this Razor river, it was pointless. Her legs were long and skinny like she hasn't ate for days, and she knew how she looked. Her body was normal size but her legs were very odd looking, but her ears were also a bit weird. They were large and pointed, it just made her look weird with the skinny legs. Her name was Razma, a name like no other, a name only for the strong, fierce, animals that were true to its name, a worrier. She was not really a worrier she maybe alpha or Beta it didn't matter to her she just didn't want to be a lower or normal rank. Razma walked over to the fast running water to look at her reflection.
Who cares what people think looks have nothing to do with strength they are all pathetic weaklings that only care about their looks, she thought to her self looking down at her reflection, in her eyes she saw no weirdness unless she looked closer. All was right in the world for Razma, but she needed more excitement, something to do not many foxes were around and she didn't want to go looking. Every day all she would do was wake up at a very early time, walk endlessly to the Razor River from her den, take a drink, swim maybe, walk back, by the time she was back it was all ready the evening. When she was back to her den she would hunt killing the rodents with joy from the death she had just brought bitting into the animals head and ripping it off so she could eat the better part of the meal not even realizing that was what her father did to her siblings that dreadful night she left.
Who cares what people think looks have nothing to do with strength they are all pathetic weaklings that only care about their looks, she thought to her self looking down at her reflection, in her eyes she saw no weirdness unless she looked closer. All was right in the world for Razma, but she needed more excitement, something to do not many foxes were around and she didn't want to go looking. Every day all she would do was wake up at a very early time, walk endlessly to the Razor River from her den, take a drink, swim maybe, walk back, by the time she was back it was all ready the evening. When she was back to her den she would hunt killing the rodents with joy from the death she had just brought bitting into the animals head and ripping it off so she could eat the better part of the meal not even realizing that was what her father did to her siblings that dreadful night she left.
