Post by Boss ` on Jan 4, 2008 21:01:02 GMT -5
ooc: Anyones welcome to join, preferably dogs who won't try to eat him ^-^
The large clearing was still lush with green and lavender. The scent on the wind was flowery, with a hint of strong mint; and with the wind, the tall grasses rolled and waved on their own. Despite the oncoming frost and winter, the clearing had yet to show any harsh signs of the nearing cold. Although the clearing was not immune to the weather, the sun was beginning to set and the air was beginning to chill. One would think that a mildly chilly area such as this would be a nice break from the harsh winters further north; but that was definitely not the opinion of the large, brown pair of eyes buried amongst the scent of mint and purple flowers.
The large dark brown eyes belonged to a rather, small being. A petite little runt of a fox to be exact. Although now, he wasn't that small compared to the little Arctic Foxes, but he was on the smaller side for a Red Fox. It was actually a wonder one was even found this far north. Then again this was Bosskouvah, the little rouge from the east. The little tangerine colored beast was a force to be trifled with, and no winters night was going to do him in. Or at least that was what he kept telling himself, his name wasn't known country-wide or anything.
"Rats!" He mumbled, with three blades of grass and a lavender petal in his mouth; His make-shift grass-flower den was a complete failure. He had known it was going to be when he started on the project, and yet he had continued to make it. He also knew he was blowing this whole oncoming winter freeze out of proportion, he wasn't actually all that cold. In fact, he was quite content. The orange fluff ball ripped out of his grass-den, and hopped up onto a forlorn rock.
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The large clearing was still lush with green and lavender. The scent on the wind was flowery, with a hint of strong mint; and with the wind, the tall grasses rolled and waved on their own. Despite the oncoming frost and winter, the clearing had yet to show any harsh signs of the nearing cold. Although the clearing was not immune to the weather, the sun was beginning to set and the air was beginning to chill. One would think that a mildly chilly area such as this would be a nice break from the harsh winters further north; but that was definitely not the opinion of the large, brown pair of eyes buried amongst the scent of mint and purple flowers.
The large dark brown eyes belonged to a rather, small being. A petite little runt of a fox to be exact. Although now, he wasn't that small compared to the little Arctic Foxes, but he was on the smaller side for a Red Fox. It was actually a wonder one was even found this far north. Then again this was Bosskouvah, the little rouge from the east. The little tangerine colored beast was a force to be trifled with, and no winters night was going to do him in. Or at least that was what he kept telling himself, his name wasn't known country-wide or anything.
"Rats!" He mumbled, with three blades of grass and a lavender petal in his mouth; His make-shift grass-flower den was a complete failure. He had known it was going to be when he started on the project, and yet he had continued to make it. He also knew he was blowing this whole oncoming winter freeze out of proportion, he wasn't actually all that cold. In fact, he was quite content. The orange fluff ball ripped out of his grass-den, and hopped up onto a forlorn rock.
