i don't have a title for this, sorry { open - trying to hunt }

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  • OPHELIA
    heaven help a fool who falls in love
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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid black; height: auto; width: 420px;][justify][font=georgia][color=#FFF0D4]Ophelia didn't actually know how to hunt, which made her decision to stalk around the area outside of the camp and try to find mice a somewhat ridiculous thing. All she had done so far was get cold, and feel more hungry because she had been moving and wasting energy. The puppy had been at it for a good fifteen minutes, her ears perked for the sound of small animals shuffling around in the snow. But whenever she heard the soft shuffling, she would get so excited that she would either trip in the snow or scare it away by charging at it like a maniac. She had just done the latter when she also tripped in the snow, falling on her face. With a groan of frustration, Ophelia picked herself up and sat back on her haunches, wondering if maybe it would be a good idea to ask someone to help her learn how to hunt- because she had absolutely no idea.

  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=8]Head cocked slightly to the side, Reyna approached the puppy. She had been easy to spot from a distance, her dark fur striking amongst the pale snow of her surroundings. She looked like she was playing in the snow, jumping and sniffing and charging around. Surely the novelty of it would have worn out by now?


    "What are you doing out here?" she asked, voice light enough to ensure that Ophelia didn't think she was being told off. She wasn't explicitly banned from leaving the camp on her own, but Reyna did worry about her. Especially after she had told Barghest that Boneclan would be a safe place for his daughter.


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    [align=center][font=impact][size=28pt][shadow=#aadd00,right]Hazeleyes Eternite[/shadow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width: 450px; opacity: 1; border-radius: 10px; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -85px;]
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    [size=14]Black Winged Jaguar[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width: 400px; opacity: 1; border-radius: 10px; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -15px;]
    [align=center][size=8][font=andale mono][color=grey][glow=black,2,300]BoneClan • Hard • Pounceflight x NPC
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    [Justify][Font=andale mono][size=10]The intensive look on her face, the way her eyes focused on the snow. Her very shoddy but determined stalk. The quivering tenseness in her muscles before she gave up. "Trying to hunt?" Hazeleyes asked with a knowing glint in her serious eyes. She did quite like children. "Hunting was always hard for me as well." She commented, "It doesn't help when it's the dead of winter and little prey are about."