Post by Zahi Mersaide Silversword on May 2, 2007 13:06:14 GMT -5
**Zahi lay down on a bunk. Most of them had been abbandoned, covered in months, or even years of dust.**
Alone... No beast here... Except a few... Me for one...
**Her belongings stayed in her bag, she didn't feel like unpacking did this field mouse... Her chestnut brown fur left much to be desired if a beast was into mouse maids looking pretty with ribbons, bows and such like... Not for Zahi was that way. Her grey blouse and skirt were plain, and simple, her belt, thin but un-adorned. On her belt were her daggers, a pair of differently shapped scramasax daggers, and a paw axe, an aniversary presant of her husband.**
Alone... No beast here... Except a few... Me for one...
**Her belongings stayed in her bag, she didn't feel like unpacking did this field mouse... Her chestnut brown fur left much to be desired if a beast was into mouse maids looking pretty with ribbons, bows and such like... Not for Zahi was that way. Her grey blouse and skirt were plain, and simple, her belt, thin but un-adorned. On her belt were her daggers, a pair of differently shapped scramasax daggers, and a paw axe, an aniversary presant of her husband.**