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Featuring Laloria :
Late Winter, Year 757 of the New Age
Blackwood, The Whitepeak Mountain Range (Near the Southern Pass)

Laloria's second winter in Blackwood brings it more tough lessons...
Like, if wolves are gon' eat you ya best run!

Run, little La! Run for your life!
... And then get pushed into a hidey hole by mum and crash until it's all over.

Accompanying Literature:

Cold: LiteratureFeaturing Laloria:

Late Winter, Year 757 of the New Age
Blackwood, The Whitepeak Mountain Range (Near the Southern Pass)

Her legs had never worked so hard before. She could feel every muscle, down to each and every blood vessel as it pumped oxygen rich energy to her hooves as they raced through the snow. Behind her clumps of dark, moist earth and white, ethereal snow danced up behind her in a cacophony of color and noise that would never quite reach her senses.
What she experienced now was fear, a sensation so total it blocked all other things out.
The baying of the wolves caused her voice to catch in her throat despite her desire to plead to her mother for help. Laloria’s eyes danced to her mother, just paces ahead of her, as she lead the escape. Wolves were

BirthrightWinter, Year 757 of the New Age
Blackwood, Widow's Hollow
The snow fell in blankets across the earth, making the world outside her viewing window simply a realm of white and gray. The abyss below their cave’s sanctuary was hidden; if one hadn’t known any better, they could have exited the cave to a long, perilous fall.
The Widow’s Hollow… A place long rumored to be the stomping grounds of their beloved Uir. Lori’s blue eyes stared out into the sea of snow, imagining the way the frozen crystals would feel against her coat. Her mother had found the cave just in time; any later, and the storm would have claimed them. She huddled into her mother’s warm shoulder, butting her side as she wrapped her already curly tail against her.
“I’m cold, Mother,” she whispered, accepting her mother’s affectionate licks as payment. The grey doe seemed sympathetic but, as she stared into the storm, it was Previously | Next (Coming Soon!)
Laloria belongs to me, strideroo ! Syl belongs to ChrissyMax !

Description

Featuring Laloria :
Late Winter, Year 757 of the New Age
Blackwood, The Whitepeak Mountain Range (Near the Southern Pass)

Laloria's second winter in Blackwood brings it more tough lessons...
Like, if wolves are gon' eat you ya best run!

Run, little La! Run for your life!
... And then get pushed into a hidey hole by mum and crash until it's all over.

Accompanying Literature:

Cold: LiteratureFeaturing Laloria:

Late Winter, Year 757 of the New Age
Blackwood, The Whitepeak Mountain Range (Near the Southern Pass)

Her legs had never worked so hard before. She could feel every muscle, down to each and every blood vessel as it pumped oxygen rich energy to her hooves as they raced through the snow. Behind her clumps of dark, moist earth and white, ethereal snow danced up behind her in a cacophony of color and noise that would never quite reach her senses.
What she experienced now was fear, a sensation so total it blocked all other things out.
The baying of the wolves caused her voice to catch in her throat despite her desire to plead to her mother for help. Laloria’s eyes danced to her mother, just paces ahead of her, as she lead the escape. Wolves were

BirthrightWinter, Year 757 of the New Age
Blackwood, Widow's Hollow
The snow fell in blankets across the earth, making the world outside her viewing window simply a realm of white and gray. The abyss below their cave’s sanctuary was hidden; if one hadn’t known any better, they could have exited the cave to a long, perilous fall.
The Widow’s Hollow… A place long rumored to be the stomping grounds of their beloved Uir. Lori’s blue eyes stared out into the sea of snow, imagining the way the frozen crystals would feel against her coat. Her mother had found the cave just in time; any later, and the storm would have claimed them. She huddled into her mother’s warm shoulder, butting her side as she wrapped her already curly tail against her.
“I’m cold, Mother,” she whispered, accepting her mother’s affectionate licks as payment. The grey doe seemed sympathetic but, as she stared into the storm, it was Previously | Next (Coming Soon!)
Laloria belongs to me, strideroo ! Syl belongs to ChrissyMax !