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Hopeless Orchid
Loner
Statistics
Species
Tundra Wolf x Lemon Dalmation

Sex
Trans Female (She/Her/They)

Age
3 years

Height
Tall

Weight
Average

Build
Slender

Eyes
Rose Vale

Fur
Pearl blush and Spring rain tan

Scent
Woodsmoke and Blooming Lilacs

Oddities
Large scar across her chest


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I miss who you were before,
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Tikho had lingered days after the eventful night with the queen, her heart hammered still in her chest. Worried about what gods may curse her again, worried something would smite her down for going against what she was taught. Shaking the thoughts, the female It was known she was there now; what's the point of hiding it?

Her leg ached, though, blood still dripping from where teeth had ripped skin from her shoulder; it clung heavy in the dewy air, likely traveling for a few miles before it dulled out and mellowed into the salty air of the ocean. Her teeth clenched once in a while when she stepped on uneven rocks, her stomach rolling some as she felt the twinge of pain in the muscle a bit. She'd heard of Jakten wolves being violent, but gods, did they have to dig in so bad?

With a sharp wince, Tikho settled into a clearing in the trees at the bottom of the mountain. Tilting her head back to send out a short howl, a call for a healer or someone of healing knowledge. The song was short and sweet, ringing off the trees and stone; slowly she laid herself into the grass, basking in the fading warmth the sun once provided. She preferred the indirect warmth over lying in the sun directly.
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