Post by Margaret McBride on Oct 9, 2009 19:37:57 GMT -5
Margie sat near the cliffs, it was odd for her to be so near them, she ussally stayed as far away as possible. It wasn't that she didn't like them, she just didn't like being near them a lot. She sighed, and pushed her dark hair out of her eyes. Being a wolf had it's ups and downs. Downs; she would imprint some day, she turned into a large wolf, mostly went mad, and she would live forever, unless her imprint was immortal too. Ups; She could run really fast, she would have some one to talk to, if she phased, and some one else was phased too, but at the moment that was all Margaret McBride could think of.
