7/22/2025, 8:58 PM
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Some princesses don't become queens
3-1-3 OC
3-1-3 OC
SpeechEmotional Actions Thoughts
Fantasia was quiet in her grazing of grass, tall figure just moving slowly through the tinted lands. She was quick to look up though, ears picking up the soft sound of paws brushing grass and her head quickly swiveled to stare at the large wolf with odd colored fur.
Her nostrils flared some, a huff at being disturbed in her grazing but..it was nice to know this wolf wouldn't just attack her, at least not yet. When she heard the wolf speak, Fantasia turned her entire body to face the canine. Bright eyes focusing on the wolfs green ones, her entire body shifted to allow her to bow herself some.
I'm sure the language of this land isn't called..just wolf, but i do understand and speak it.
Fantasia's voice was one that held confidence, like a royal would if presenting themself to a possible friend or even ally. The areas where mane connected to skin twitched, causing flies or any nats to shoo away. The long tail behind her was quick to swat at a horse fly attempting to bite at her rump.