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[bg=000000][atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/2e2h2cj.jpg] Climbing a tree should have been a difficult task, particularly for one whose shift was a small fox - but Cristina possessed a strange talent in many areas, and tree-climbing was among them. She was doing as she always did; staying in her own, solitary little world, knees tucked up to her chest and wavy hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, and creating a record in her journal of pretty much every thought and experience she could think of from the past week. In fact, it was a habit leftover from her days in the normal world, one she had just now taken up again. It helped her keep track of experiences - not that she knew the date or even the year, but now she knew it had been a week since her last journal entry, a week since she began to notice the passing of time. It helped, didn't it? Once she had occupied a few pages of the journal that had been hard to acquire in the first place, she slipped inside her racked jacket and slid her way out of the tree. Midway between the spot in which she had been casually perching, she began to shift; growing vastly smaller, growing fur, over-sized ears, soft brown eyes and nose, canine body form. She hit the ground in full form - a small fennec fox. She lifted her small nose to the air; a few animals dwelt around her, poisonous ones that would make a quick meal of her, but none of them smelled like shifters - at least, so she hoped. Six years here, yet still, she was a quiet girl, shy and non-threatening, far from a survivor - and she didn't belong here. Apart from her family, she could safely say that she belonged nowhere; she needed the protection of someone like Devlin. Another quick and darting glance at her surroundings; another intake of surrounding scents. Fully convinced she was alone in this area, Cristina broke into a run. Running was exhilirating to her, somehow; she felt the world blur around her, allowing her just a moment to forget where she lived and what her life was like. There was no feeling like running, as she did. At least, until she decided to collide with someone – literally. The world snapped back into place. Flailing unimpressively, she quickly took human form, and scrambled backwards, murmuring all in a rush, "I'm so sorry... so sorry..."

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