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Love. Hate. Harmony. Tragedy.
These lands have seen everything imaginable, and have lived through the harshest winters, the dryest summers, the fruitless springs, and the harvestless autumns.

Pure, clean air, rushing water, rolling hills, cool grounds as soft and colorful as a crimson sunset. Blood tinted flowers, clumps of emerald clovers, velvety soft grass to rest one's weary body upon...
Welcome to Arnasia.


Updates
We've got a scrolly!
08-05-07
I've added a new Packland, the Cobashea. That means there are two Packs left for the members to claim! 08-03-07
I've added some more things to the site, and I'm probably going to add even more places to roam and maybe a new pack. Please stay active!!
07-31-07
Well, this place was abandoned, but I'm doing my best to bring it back from the brink of death. A mod is needed, and so there will be an application in the boards.

03-17-07
We are now officially open!!! W00t!

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Month: August
Season - Summer

 

 Soft Steps
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Viega
Posted: Aug 1 2007, 04:43 AM


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The crisp and fresh evening air brought a tingling sensation to the canine's throat. Breathing it in, felt as though it wiped away all previous exhaustion the she wolf had been sumbitted to over the last few days. Moss and grassy covered hearth felt soft against her worn and bruised paws. Her paws ached, and yet once she'd settled far enough into the forest her curiosity had taken ahold. Evaporating any hint that she'd even been tired. Set of pointed lobes rotated foreword atop of her furry skull, black rounded nose giving a twitch Whiskers flickered and the multi light colored wolf walked with ease. Travrsing through the foliage and over minor rocks or fallen crumbling logs that may of stood in her path. Short tail gave a light and eager wag. Honey tones eyes peering this way and that, hungrily devouring every inch of the region that her eyes might behold. Shoulder blades rolled back, and with a thin and tantalizing smirk, she finally stopped. Coming upon a small but satisfactory break in the trees where the earth was gentle, and the blades of sprouting vegetation seemed inviting. Heaving a rough sigh, her legs gave in and Viega plopped herself on the ground. Diving in to the much needed desire to relax and rest. Though bits of twigs and dirt clung to her coat, the female paid them no mind. Ears absently flicking, twisting this way and that as the many sounds around Viega reminded her of an echo. The singing birds, the crack of a branch or rustle if a bush. It was calming... different than what she was use to, that was for sure. But it would do in the mean time for a place to gather her bearings.
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