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Post by pokeapache on Jul 14, 2008 9:08:25 GMT -5
((...-posted this in the wrong place- I was SO tired o.o; ohwell.))
… Wolves. There were wolves here. Not knowing any more than this fact, he was drawn towards the lands. He landed silently and quietly, on top of a mountain, his eyes gazing over the world below him. Clouds floated here and there in the sky on such a warm summer day. He felt a shiver go through his skin. His bright green eyes, those of wild grasses, brightly shined as he observed all around him. His excitement could not be contained- it was such a LARGE land! He could easily find a new home here!
Thank you, Samara, for guiding me here. He could have howled- such an occasion called for it- when a pure thrill of danger durst through his mind. Instead of a glorious howl, a terrified, muffled whine stuck in his throat. The scent of a pack was strong he- he thought that would have been a good thing…. Except, he could feel the power of the current alpha, as if the brute was attacking him, pushing him into the stony dirt of his mountain. As if he was crushing his neck, snapping it like a twig.
Driven by fear, his ankles exploded into a fox of frozen ice crystals, looking vaguely like an avalanche was happening on the thawing mountain from far away. His dull blue pelt leaped out of the ice-cloud in one strong kickoff from the mountain, and with wind blasting his fur against his skin and pushing it back, he blazed out of the territory with another air-walking bound.
((.:Stray Voices Left The Mountains:.))
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