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[Raeanne]

The leggy chestnut marched into the Field determined to give this whole group living thing one more shot. First, her own mother had disappeared, then the broad who had picked her up from the Adoption Den had also ditched her. Now she was almost grown, her gangly legs filled out, her wide innocent eyes just showing the beginning of disillusionment with the world. She wasn’t sure if it was just her or if abandonment was just part of the process of growing up. Certainly, not everyone was bound to just disappear at the drop of hat. Then again what did she know? Still despite her previous disappointments here she was again. A little cautious, a little hurt but still willing. raeanne There's a wild, wild whisper - Blowin' in the wind

[OOC: It's been about a million years since I've been here so excuse the tiny post!]