Post by kitty on Apr 28, 2007 15:39:35 GMT -5
The cold air, whipped through the air, this harsh weather, of the Arctic was tough, and hard to live in, it seem abandoned, with a few twigs here and there. In the middle of Blue mood ice hills, lay a young, fit and healthy Rubaio, her name was dreamer. Dreamer, lived, and thrived on her own, she was abandoned at birth, and has been alone all her life. Her diet, consists of dead leaves, twigs, and anything, that comes her way.
Dreamer, stood up, from her resting spot, she had heard a sharp noise, not a distance to far away, it was abnormal sound, nothing she had heard before, so she headed, in the direction, of which it had seemed to have come from. Once she reached the top of the hill, she noticed, a blue dot, around 2 km away.
She traveled to wards the strange blue dot, as she got closer, it seemed to take a form, of a diamond, was it a rock? She traveled closer, then noticed what it was. It was a Jewel, abandoned like she was, it was aquatic blue in color, looked around 2 days old. Dreamer, instinctively, picked it up, not wanting anything which passed to get it, she took it back to her resting spot.
The reason Dreamer liked that certain spot so much, was it was hidden, and well covered. She moved a few twigs, dead leaves, and other things, around her, to make a small nest, big enough for the young Jewel to fit in. On that day, she named the Jewel. Ocean, the young female, of the arctic region.
Dreamer, stood up, from her resting spot, she had heard a sharp noise, not a distance to far away, it was abnormal sound, nothing she had heard before, so she headed, in the direction, of which it had seemed to have come from. Once she reached the top of the hill, she noticed, a blue dot, around 2 km away.
She traveled to wards the strange blue dot, as she got closer, it seemed to take a form, of a diamond, was it a rock? She traveled closer, then noticed what it was. It was a Jewel, abandoned like she was, it was aquatic blue in color, looked around 2 days old. Dreamer, instinctively, picked it up, not wanting anything which passed to get it, she took it back to her resting spot.
The reason Dreamer liked that certain spot so much, was it was hidden, and well covered. She moved a few twigs, dead leaves, and other things, around her, to make a small nest, big enough for the young Jewel to fit in. On that day, she named the Jewel. Ocean, the young female, of the arctic region.
