Open Lonely, or Alone? Nope, Definitely Lonely

espite the colder atmosphere, the beach was still one of the most gorgeous things Cursive could rely on for a relaxing time. She wasn't sure where she was, honestly, as she was more of a forest animal, but stumbling upon a beach couldn't be better! Eyes twinkled in a golden hue under the Sun's rays, the scent of salt in the air was relieving, seagulls were cawing and circling high in the sky, and the wind was... unbearably chilly. This forced her to speed up in a brisk walk, her paws finally on that wonderfully warm sand. The crunch under her weight with each step rang a delight in her ears, making her sigh in content. The waves had receded, leaving all sorts of critters, holes and shells to explore. The wind had died down enough for her to fight back the warmth she had lost on her way here. So many new scents- so many new things to discover and snuff her nose into- this was going to be a blast!

A while after discovering a crab, two hermit crabs, playing some more with the crab and trying not to get pinched, and finally she was digging at these tiny little holes in the sand. There had to be something buried under there, right? She was facing away from the tide, however she would hear a certain roaring in her ears that would make her look back. "Eeeep!" she squeaked and then laughed with both fright and fun as waves about half as tall as her were headed straight for her. She galloped away quickly but was unable to escape the shallow ocean submerging her paws. Eugh. The water here was a lot colder than she expected. Once she was back on dry sand, she shook each of her paws before retreating back up and out of the beach. Maybe the ocean would be warmer at night. Whilst back on grass, Cursive plopped down and cleaned off her forepaws, enjoying the saltiness from it, but not the fishy taste.

She always did this sort of thing when she was perfectly healthy; well fed, not ill, in a good mood, feeling adventurous, etc. Perhaps that was the one gift she had about her species- while Winter was coming around the corner, she still only needed the small prey to keep herself in good shape. In fact, she excelled in hunting small prey. Naturally, maned wolves were solitary, however she had other plans in mind. She, unlike other maned wolves, felt a hint of loneliness. She didn't get it. She didn't like it. Her ultimate goal was to try and join a pack, to show them her loyalty, helpfulness... she wanted to be around others. Perhaps she was one of few extroverted maned wolves out there. It could've been something else, but she wasn't sure what. A familial setting, maybe? She loved being motherly, after all. Loved kids.

Some folk simply are alone and don't feel lonely. That was the usual niche of a maned wolf. Cursive just wasn't like that, though. She felt lonely. She didn't understand being alone. It's just not right for her. Not her lifestyle. She wanted to at least have someone with her. Or to join a pack. Living with just a mate was a normal thing her species did, too. She was okay with that, she just wanted someone compatible. Didn't have to be a lover. Would be great, though. She wasn't sure what she wanted more- she was desperate enough to be equally okay with any of these options.

After some time of paw-licking, she'd resume back to excavating any hole she could find and, this time, keeping a careful watch of the tide. Most of them were empty, which she expected, however she was determined to find whatever was making these tiny holes in the sand.

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For years she has been in hiding.

And although the Earth continued it's rotation, and the seasons passed, and the days went on, the elder vixen remained ageless. Her fur maintaining it's shine and her figure kept (but mostly because she had so little eat). She mostly kept to herself exclusively, making very few friends since she retreated from her Kingdom within the crater. And although she left her throne, her crown seemed to remain. A noble demeanor came about her when she did happen to cross paths with another, that confidence would never die.

Light, fleeting steps carried her across the sand as she foraged for the crab delicacy that was so plentiful among the shore. The domed-fox ears she was blessed with caught the shrieking "Eeeep!" from a short distance away, causing her to slow her gait due, becoming cautious. Her smaller size and lack of protection gave her paranoia since the beginning of her solitude.

Minutes later she came upon the cute leggy thing, digging away at the sand. Vixxie crept higher onto the shore, having a bit of advantage above the maned-wolf now. Behind Cursive would be the sea, if anything got too hostile. But, wise beyond her years, Vixxie assumed that this creature was of no threat to her. She seemed quite innocent, actually.

Innocent enough to be taken advantage of. What could Vixxie get out of this one?

She plastered a smile and trotted a few feet closer, clicking her tongue to make her presence known. Didn't wanna spook her. "Hello, my sweet. Aren't you a pretty thing? What is your name?" She cooed, her voice soft and gentle as it has always been; but now without the original intentions.

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