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Post by alaska on Jan 16, 2012 17:07:36 GMT -5
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other's speaking ¢¼ wandering ¢¼ speaking ¢¼ thinking
Alaska wandered hopelessly around a small creek, debating on wether she would jump in. She was a little afraid, and at the same time, eager. No, she would not jump in. Never again would she step one foot into water, that had caused her mother... She shook her head. She didn't want to remember it now. Not at this time of year. She was supposed to be having fun at her new pack, socializing and stuff. But that wasnt really her thing, if you know what I mean. She was more of a tough guy, and didn't hang around wih females that much, mainly because she had no experience. None at all. She grew up with brothers, and no girls to play with. Only males to challenge and play fight, in hopes that one day, they too would be alphas of their own packs. Unfortuneitly, Alaska and her family were split up at a very young age, about 5 months.
Most people would take pity of Alaska is they heard her true history, but gangs not what Alaska would want. Pffft, if anyone found out about her past, she would tear out their throat. And that is not a joke. Alaska is the type to do that, she doesn't flirt...... Unless she wants something from you. Yeah, that's how bad she is. Most call her 'the devil's angel', because of her reputation. So, don't be fooled by her good looks. She quite a b..ch... If you know what I mean. And gets what she wants... When she wants it.
Alaska was back to her den, the dullness of her day was looming before her in her mind, pulling the hyper girl down. She was bored. And when she gets bored she becomes destructive.... Which doesn't need to happen, unless she needs to be destructive. Alaska yawned and padded out into a clearing and sat with a sigh, looking out at all the territories. She wondered what kind of packs they were. She wondered what would happen if she pushed their limits and stole from them.... Now that, that was a good idea.
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