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[ruto]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,475,width][atrb=border,0,true] Ice, Ice Baby

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A black nose gently brushed the hard, flaky spit of land, huffing out air softly and sending up a cloud of dust and tiny debris. The nose lifted up from the ground, hanging just a few inches above the earth's crust before swiveling around and descending onto another patch of broken, cracked land. The terrain was hard on the pads as well as displeasing to the eye, the lanky vulpes had noticed. Bland and bare, dry and inanimate, but she was heavily resistant to pain, in fact, she enjoyed it sometimes. A powdery paw placed itself on a particularly soft part of soil. Upon the patch, growing and just rearing its head above the surface, was a tiny plant, struggling to grow in this harsh and unforgiving environment.

The vulpes curled back her lip in a rather unpleasant smile, stroking the tiny leaf of the plan with one floured claw, watching it quiver and shiver from her touch. But she didn't draw away, instead she lifted her paw and smacked the earth that the plant had previously occupied. She scraped the dirt with her claw, shredding what remnants of the tiny speck of green she could see. Most would have scolded such an action, saying that this land needed all the available plantlike it could possibly accomplish to create. But she liked to think that she had just saved it from a shitty life. It would have struggled to live, to breathe, to survive. So she was just saving it all the trouble of even living at all.

She lifted her head, slender muzzle twitching back to reveal sharp white fangs as she yawned. Her large, foxy ears were erect as she turned on her heels and sauntered on. If only there was some kind of shelter-

Rutonia stopped in her tracks, raising her brows at the looming shape before her. A formed strangely formed pile of boulders that opened into a cavern. It's opening yawned like a dark mouth before her, beckoning her to come inside so it could devour her. She scanned the cave, coming closer and putting her nose to the ground once more. It was cool, though not very deep. Perfect size for her.

So she stepped forward, padding into the dark, yawning mouth. Once inside an instant coolness griped her, causing her lean form to shiver and quake. "Ah. Much better." She crooned to herself, her voice echoing around the empty terminal. Now if only she had some company...

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puppet// Rutonia
victim// character here

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[N•a•v•e•a]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i302/PittyLova/NaveaBack.png] Always she had been a defiant little wench, which is quite possibly the reason she had never ventured with a pack until most recently. This hybrid took independence to a whole new, twisted level. She had been warned not to venture alone off of pack lands, and had been warned of two particular places never to step paw upon. The most important was the Metnal lands, and secondly the very place she was adventuring upon at this moment. Both were dangerous, but at least she had taken heed and not chosen the most dangerous of her options. The only options in the juvenile's mind. Stilt like limbs stretched over the deserted terra, dainty paws carefully testing the earth before the weight of her body was placed upon them. The atmosphere was rather odd to the femme. Every time she had visited such a high altitude there was always a strong breeze filtering through the rocky features, yet the air was still and silent here. Over-sized radars twisted curiously upon her skull becoming slightly uncomfortable with the silence that deafened the canyon. A slender maw parted allowing just the tip of her moist muscle to peek in a controlled pant in an attempt to cool herself from the heat fiery rays were scorching the leggy frame with. At a particular outcropping of rock muscles coiled, crouching the wolf-dog closer to the cracked earth. Without much warning her light bodice sprung through the atmosphere landing in near silence upon the perch of stone. There she stood squarely, her tiara held high and honey optics gazing into the abyss. She could have easily been mistaken for a part of the structure she stood upon, a statue carved into the mountainous region. So this was the ends of the earth? The youngster's gaze pierced in admiration and curiosity through the foggy fissure wondering what was down there anyway. Wondering, lost in thought, while she stood without notice right over the sleeping fox.