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ROSEPAW DARLING ✧ tanglewood — rookie — tags

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God, this was disgusting. At some point Rosie had encountered marshlands, and they seemed to be never ending. The dainty little wolf wrinkled up her nose as she stepped in a particularly moist patch, and after shuffling sideways a bit found some less squishy ground. With a small huff, she shook off her paws and glared into the distance, as if the force of her annoyance could make the ground less... nasty. Seriously, what the hell? Did anyone actually live out here? It was a, filthy, and b, filthy. Anyone willing to deal with this bullshit was likely to look homeless 24/7, which was something Rosie was not interested in. Her doll face was her number one advantage in life, aside from her killer sass, and she did not need a bunch of mud ruining her looks.

"This is nasty, Pandora. Seriously," she huffed under her breath as her little hummingbird spirit came fluttering into view. The tiny ghost was often just over the wolf's shoulder, and at the moment she was tittering away and flapping her wings dangerously close to the marshy grounds. It drew Rosie's attention to the fact that the fragile chrysanthemums that grew in her pawsteps were being drowned in the damn mud. "Ugh. How does anyone live like this?"

Rosie gave another huff, shook off another glob of mud, and stomped her way onwards. It had to end somewhere, and in an effort to escalate the process of escaping this hell, she started yelling, "Hello? Does anyone live in this mess? Come guide me out of this damn mud!"

Ah, yes. Always one to make an entrance, this little princess.