<div style="text-align: center;">((This is a open RP! Feel free to join it if you please! By the way, not sure how to start off with Mikoto, so Iâ€˜ll post her in character once I get an idea (As I can say, I donâ€˜t want any more math homework, it kills mah brain cells in role-playing for a while DX).))<br/><br/>Rinkaâ€™s short multicolored fur blew back in the after noonâ€™s mind some. Her long, light pink tongue lolled out of her jowl, hanging down the front of her lower jaw, which let a smile place over her black, shinny lips. Her tail wagged like a dog when she felt a drop of rain, she loved water, whether it was a lake, pound or rain, she loved it, the feeling and coldness it put against her pelt. Her gray colored orbs focused over a bush, which was near by and a scent came from it, the scent of meat, the scent of a mouse. It may be small, but Rinka wasnâ€™t that picky and she wasnâ€™t that hungry, so the small rodent would do for her. With that, her black nose twitched again, trying to find the exact place where the mouse would be. She let her large paws step forward as she continued her smelling, as it got shorter and shorter each time â€˜til she stopped sniffing totally. Her tongue had came into her maw while she was sniffing, but it now lolled back out as a grin crossed her long, slender maw.<br/><br/>She walked silently as she could towards the bush the scent of mouse came from, she quickly stalked around it, seeing the tail of the rodent. She made no hesitate to quickly pounce on it and snap itâ€™s neck. She did so, then looked at the small, dead, gray brown mouse that lay under her large paws. She sniffed it, checking if it was dead, even if she already knew it was dead. A small vivid smirk crossed her maw as her long, light pink tongue panted up and down. Her light gray eyes scanned the area, wouldnâ€™t do much, since canines didnâ€™t depend much on their eye sight like felines. They mostly depended on their sense of smell and hearing. She picked up the small, lifeless rodent with her maw and carried it towards a large rock, which she jumped on and laid down, the mouse still in her mouth. She dropped it between her large, front paws and long, muscular legs. She let her head softly go down, her maw open, then gripped the small rodent.<br/><br/>She felt the sweet taste of meat and blood fall between her fangs, tongue, saliva and taste buds and she continued to eat the small, lifeless, gray mouse, she was eating it slowly. She finely finished the small mouse after seven minutes. She let out a yawn, the after noon sun had made her feel a bit sleepy, but she wouldnâ€™t fall asleep until she found someplace safe, but the den she found some weeks ago, but a pack of stray dogs took it, it seemed they were in the war, on the monsterâ€™s side, they had a Maidokiro or two in also, but that was about it. She continued to lay on the rock, but soon Rinka jumped off it. She walked under a large willow tree, she digged a hole big enough to lay in,  for the wet soil would help keep her cool from the sunâ€˜s raysâ€˜, along with the shade the willow tree provided. She was pretty much one of the only animals that remembered the old language of animal, her parents had believed that even though the things that went on, animalsâ€™ should still have their wild instincts and should know the first language of their kind.</div>