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Post by kerrigan on Sept 13, 2009 12:24:37 GMT -5
Small paws splayed around without thought, legs jumbled but without pain. His weak body was not bothering the old male, it just seemed to slow him down a bit. For once he wasn't trying to wander around the territory he still hadn't been able to cross all the way but just sitting in camp. He wasn't asleep, however, just gazing and wondering and deciding if he should stay here. This land was nice, the pack big and strong and no one seemed bothered they had to bring him food. It was a little odd to the slight male that though he had never been here as a youth and hunted for the pack [ never mind that in his youth he was as thin as now ] and yet they took care of him like one of their own. The new alpha was a polite fellow, though Durion had only spoken to him a pawful of times and never to any big detail. Durion really had no purpose here and it was getting under the male's fur.
He didn't have the muscle mass he had worked hard to build when he was young. He had never been a big beast, nor was he relatively small. He was just too thin, too weak, too old. His personality was as big as any wolf could be and many he'd met found it sad he'd been stuck in a body that decayed well before his time but Rion wasn't one to mope over something like that, rather, he wanted something to do for the pack. The new pups were avoiding him, and he didn't know why. They seemed to stick to the others and they watched him sometimes. He had not told his stories in weeks now, no one willing to listen and he supposed the pack was too busy to hear an old wolf muttering on about the old times of another land. Though he could already hear the rumblings the earth told him about all that had happened before now in this Aelyn, they probably didn't want to hear that either.
One of his extra limbs scratched at an ear, making the fur stick up like some sort of gel covered it. His pelt was always like that, but to the touch it was soft as anyone else's. His fur was a pale gray with hints of silver and white and a touch of dark gray splattered over his rump. His pelt seemed washed out but it was gentle in the early morning light. He had watched other wolves from his perch leave the den site to go hunt for the pack and do all the things a young wolf should. He was above the camp, settled idly on a rock that allowed him a nice view. Or that's what the others had told him. He could only see heat signatures with his eyeball-less sockets. A thin film of sensitive skin covered the holes and the heat around him showed shapes of wolves. He had seen the large, winged from of Zephyr, the slim shape of Cindershock already. The pups could be seen in the dens, probably still asleep or rolling about to wake up.
His long furred tail twitched, the short-haired top being overlapped by the long, dense hair hanging from the base. His extra arm shifted back to it's partner, long, nearly grotesque fingers curling over his shoulder blades so both arms crossed his chest. He wasn't ugly, per say, just odd looking. He was mostly wolf like, but some thing were off. The wolves in this land were different, but not many of them actually had an actual set of forelegs....that didn't even look like regular wolf legs. A small yawn stretched his fox-like muzzle, his pink tongue sliding out. His eyebrows switched as he peered around then he settled his head on his good front legs and sighed, triangular ears pricked. He would move on tomorrow, find elsewhere to go. This pack did not need him here, and the extra energy given to take care of him would weaken them and that was something they did not need.
The land was rumbling about a new coming, and it didn't sound like anything good.
ooc - yay. made a post cus i missed durion. tags - open to all
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Post by kerrigan on Sept 19, 2009 14:45:42 GMT -5
what a waste of muse.....closed [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Sept 30, 2009 2:18:12 GMT -5
((Sad that this post was closed... I actually think I could have rustled up some muse for Masina here, now that my crazy is dealt with...))
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Post by kerrigan on Oct 1, 2009 17:25:49 GMT -5
My crazy has just begun. Sorry. [/size][/blockquote]
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