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Post by Quailfeather on Oct 28, 2016 22:22:33 GMT -5
Amelia stood at the head of the forest, her three Foxhound pups in front of her, their leather collars hung tight around their necks. She wore her leather boots, short black shorts and short-sleeves white shirt tied to the side in a knot, exposing her stomach slightly. Her hair was cut short, the blond locks reaching messily halfway down her neck. Her bright blue eyes looked ahead, she was 14 and this would be her first hunt with her new pups. She lived out in her semi-large country house, not many folks lived near her and most houses were separated by around three miles or so, though with hunting season starting up again, she didn't doubt she'd run into somebody. "Alright, Theron, Zarola, Caine, y'all corner a fox and I'll do the rest." She said, her little rifle slung over her shoulder.
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Post by Quailfeather on Oct 29, 2016 20:53:38 GMT -5
~Bump~
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Post by Quailfeather on Oct 30, 2016 12:00:56 GMT -5
~BUMP~
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Post by Quailfeather on Nov 1, 2016 15:11:24 GMT -5
~BUMP~
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