06-21-2019, 01:22 AM
RAMONA LINGRÉ
✯ — THE GROWN UPS TAUGHT ME TO WATCH AND LEARN
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voices were not uncommonly heard out in the desert, often followed by a question of if the individual was insane or just lacking in any sort of rest. but there were voices, real voices, that echoed down the tunnels that ran throughout the territory of the group. and from one of these hidden holes, emerged a young borzoi crossbreed, her angled features a silent set. she observed the two beings not too far off, confident that her scent would drift to them. voice rumbling out in a harsh cough, the girl clambered from the hole, "are you two lost?", she calls with a tilt of her head, a pitiful branch of blueberries snagged between her teeth.
she had been patrolling the tunnels for any cave ins or deceased animals within that could obstruct the secret passageways. "if you're in need of water, I hope you don't mind sharing. I've got some with me.", she adds after a few seconds of consideration, twisting to bring the banged up canteen that she carried with her, into view. strapped across her shoulders was a sheathed blade, something given to her by her mother not too long before now, but changing times called for extra protection.
her eyes took in the saint bernard and the eurasian timber wolf before chuckling softly to herself. what a mismatched pair, especially with the vest that the wolf wore. flicking her tail, Ramona allowed her jaws to part in a yawn, stretching and shaking herself out. "we are the Pitt, a war-bound group. not the place most would appear, but I wont turn you away.", she muses warmly before nodding her head behind herself, "it's cooler in the tunnel. our jungle was burnt a while ago, and destruction has been laid to our land. shade is rare to find when the sun is this high and hot."
she had been patrolling the tunnels for any cave ins or deceased animals within that could obstruct the secret passageways. "if you're in need of water, I hope you don't mind sharing. I've got some with me.", she adds after a few seconds of consideration, twisting to bring the banged up canteen that she carried with her, into view. strapped across her shoulders was a sheathed blade, something given to her by her mother not too long before now, but changing times called for extra protection.
her eyes took in the saint bernard and the eurasian timber wolf before chuckling softly to herself. what a mismatched pair, especially with the vest that the wolf wore. flicking her tail, Ramona allowed her jaws to part in a yawn, stretching and shaking herself out. "we are the Pitt, a war-bound group. not the place most would appear, but I wont turn you away.", she muses warmly before nodding her head behind herself, "it's cooler in the tunnel. our jungle was burnt a while ago, and destruction has been laid to our land. shade is rare to find when the sun is this high and hot."
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