Ellania strode swiftly across the grasslands, her lone strides carrying her quickly. She held her head high, with pride, after all she was an Artomithirial, a winged tiger of the Trabieal Tribe.  Being the young woman that she was, her lithe form was strong and supple, her muscles visibly moving beneath her flesh with every step she took.  Despite being large for her age, only 106, her stride was smooth and graceful, unlike the young men of her species.  Sighing with contentment, she allowed her limbs to carry her across the plain and a steady pace, past lone scrubs and trees.  Tripping over a stone, she couldn't help but laugh at her own clumziness as she lay sprawled across the densely packed earth.  She let her self lie there a moment longer, letting herself enjoy the earth's warmth before she stood and dusted herself off.  Her fur back in order she began to walk once more, this time being much more careful, watching for anything else in her path she could happen to trip over.  Presently, she found herslf at the base of a great cliff.  Hmmm, she thought her wings opening and closing slowly as she did so.  I do have wings so i could fly up...

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