12-25-2020, 10:45 PM
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Aubree Southwind was a sight to behold. Once an elegant dog, a racer, a beauty amongst her peers, Aubree was now a wraith and a wretch. Her coat, which once shined as brightly as freshly fallen snow, was now dull and ashy. Her flesh was shredded from her body, hanging so as to show bone and muscle that she much rather have kept private. Parts of her flesh were seared, blackened, and covered in old scars - nasty old things. But what was she to do. She was cursed with this wretched existence and she couldn't change it, so those who had to interact with her would have to deal with her visage.
The sighthound had been around with no formal introduction, a ghost on the outskirts of partially civilized society. With the Coalition's recent spike of activity, Aubree figured there was no better time to join in on the festivities. So, with her head held high and her flesh as clean as she could make it, she padded into the throng of the group and waited for a formal greeting.
[align=right][sup][sup]template © tikki[/sup][/sup]The sighthound had been around with no formal introduction, a ghost on the outskirts of partially civilized society. With the Coalition's recent spike of activity, Aubree figured there was no better time to join in on the festivities. So, with her head held high and her flesh as clean as she could make it, she padded into the throng of the group and waited for a formal greeting.