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Guilty

For Alarr



Sandor

Loner

age
4 Years
gender
Male
gems
297
size
Medium
build
Medium
posts
76
player
Era

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12-05-2019, 08:05 PM (This post was last modified: 12-05-2019, 08:14 PM by Sandor.)

It was interesting, for the young adolescent, how the terrain had changed due to the volcano. However, the further northwest he went the less the volcano disturbed. The valley he found himself in was not covered in ash; its grass was not shriveled due to colder temperatures like many other places were. No, it was vibrant; lush green grass sprouted everywhere broken only by a creek that cut it in two. The youth felt guilt for having not returned to Lirim in so long, but how could he leave this paradise…and for what? His only friend in Lirim was gone- disappeared and with no trail to follow and find her the boy was lost and confused. 

He’d really liked his friend, perhaps even more than a friend and he was unsure how to handle the loss. Sandor had tried to find her- which is what had led him here to the plains. Sandor sighed; he would have to go back eventually. For now, he lay in the grass, a half eaten rabbit next to him. The youth relaxed, letting the peacefulness of the land consume him. One more day wouldn’t hurt anything…right? It wasn’t like he was missed, he was new to Lirim, knowing only a handful of wolves there- Torin was likely the only one to even realize he was gone. 

"speak."



Álarr

Avalon
Beta

Master Fighter (330)

Master Healer (246)

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age
8 Years
gender
Male
gems
800
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
538
player
lunarcat7

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12-13-2019, 07:19 PM
It was a gorgeous spring afternoon as Álarr headed toward the Dancefloor. Spring had brought the lands of the west to life. A floor of velvet, green grass stretched out before him with a sparkling blue stream that curved and cut through the land. The sky was bright and blue, with the sun beaming down on the land. Mountains of white and gray clouds were building in the distance and for a moment that gave him pause. Occasionally the spring would bring awful thunderstorms and the dancefloor held little cover. It was not a place he wanted to be when a storm hit.

In his bag he had some crafting items to work on, all he needed was a nice sunny space to set down and work. As he was looking for a spot he spied a familiar form. He recognized the wolf as the boy he'd met at the Firefly Festival. "Hey, Sandor! I didn't expect to see you here. How have you been?"