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False Recognition



Calder

Loner

age
2 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Large
build
-
posts
7
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06-12-2013, 09:45 AM (This post was last modified: 06-12-2013, 09:46 AM by Calder.)


Calder hadn't always been much of the 'traveling' type and often chose to stay put rather than move around too much. Often the wolf settled in a single spot for elongated periods of time and simply attacked anyone that got to close but recently the brute found something calming in the act of travel. Perhaps it was the feel of the wind through his fur when he ran or the thrill of discovering so many new places to den in..., perhaps it was the relief not having to get attached to one place. Attachment was something Calder could no longer deal with.

Heavy pink paw pads pressed down into the deep blanket of snow, their wide imprints staining the ground as the cream wolf walked on. Calder's pair of crazed brown optics were drawn in by the beauty of this area's ivory colors. For as far as he could see all was white and pure, high up in the sky snow-heavy clouds rumbled and spewed the icy flakes that now clung to Calder's fluffed coat. He felt completely at peace in this place and rather enjoyed the frozen sting of the cold. He didn't mind the numbing sensations as he trudged on and tried his best to ignore the breezes that began to blow. He was enjoying his time here and almost smiled to himself when the grand display of the icy spires came into view.

As did the image of a cream colored wolf.

Almost instantly a rush of cold forced itself on top of Calder. All of the icy temperatures that Calder had been pushing away attacked him. A numbing sensation danced along Calder's body and sent him shivering as he crouched to the ground in suspicious curiosity. At first he saw this wolf as nothing but a stranger and stayed quiet as he crept forward, hoping not to be seen, but then something clicked.

Aurelia? Aurelia? Isn't that you? he uttered, rising from his crouch. Calder fell back into his walking motion, beginning to close the space between Mercianne and himself. Something in his gaze was pained as he watched her though, as if half of his brain knew his sister was dead but the other half was convinced otherwise.



"normal.
talk.
think.
you"