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[Nimble Executioner]

POSTLOG
TULIPS && DAISIES.
Number	Thread Title	Location	Company
Year 4FOUR4
001	random event-huanted	Lemures Mountains	Fanul
002	rake my heart	Crimson Caves	Niyol , Jezebel
003	Sweeper	Desert Valley	Isidore

ACQUAINTANCES AND RELATIONSHIPS
Name	Status	Emotion	Opinion
Niyol	Male, Lone Wolf	--	--
Jezebel	Male, Lone Wolf	--	--
Fanul	Male, Lone Wolf	--	--
Isidore	Female, Lone Wolf	--	--

[Assassi Executioner]

The little doll she-wolf was standing alone on this bright summer day. The rays of the sun beating down her ivory coat. The red on her back stood out vividly against the white, causing it to look as if blood had dried upon her back. Ink dipped legs were in a rested position underneath her rump. A long and fluffy tail was curled around still paws. She was a mere statue in this land of moving objects. At this moment the wind was rushing past her, stirring up dust and sand in a vicious attempt to dirty her freshly cleaned body. A look of disgust and sadness was held steadily on her onyx kissers. Nimble was never the type to enjoy getting dirt in her fur or anywhere else for that matter. Silently she cursed her idea of coming to a sand dump on a windy day. A small white blur was faintly visible amongst the spinning sand. It ran in angles until it slipped up the tail of the angel and stopped between her shoulders. "Oh Tuli, why must we always have bad timing?" Nimble meant her timing with more than just mother nature. She had met a fairly attractive male, who she felt an instant spark with. Unfortunately she was taken off on personal matters and when she returned he was no where to be found. A soft sigh passed through parted lips as her green eyes scanned the barren lands once the wind allowed them to settle. The scenery was uninteresting with its lack of vegetation and water supply. Even prey was scarce through these lands. After another moment of silence, her petite frame was lifted and carried over several dunes of raised earth. Her footing was always well placed to keep from sinking into the crust of the land. On top of that they were swift and graceful, almost like watching one of the best ballet dancers put on their top performance. She kept her head high and nose pointed to the heavens as she blindly did a solo tangle through the terrain. This was a new land that the devil's angel hasn't been to yet. Every scent was new and interesting, drawing her attention from several different paths. Nothing faltered the girl though from making i to her destination of a a small den that dug out in near the northern side of the land. Slowly she worked her way up to the hole. Her head ducking inside before she squeezed down into the hole. Not the perfect place since she was getting all dirty, but it got her and her mouse friend out of the direct sunlight. Her small head was tucked down in between her front paws with the tip of her tail sticking outside of the hole. Of course this wasn't the safest way to lay in the open. She wasn't on guard at all, but in her mind, why would anyone wish to hurt her? She knew of good and evil, but she was still innocent enough to believe that nothing bad would happen to her. Thoughts of some big bad wolf coming to take advantage of her crossed her mind. It sent a chill up her spine from fear and excitement. Twisted little soul. I suppose it runs in her family. "Isn't this how we wished to spend our evening? Ugh." With a groan she pulled herself back up into the hole, invisible until someone looks directly into it. Lucky to be small, and curvy too.

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