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10-30-2016, 07:06 PM
there were no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
Liar was making his way west to possibly check out the area. Last he had been down was to tell Surreal that Arian had passed. A woman whose heart he could never ease. Regardless by gones were by gones and he was travelling with the scent of a pack fading and his children taking over. They would be great no doubt, they still needed to decide together where they would be living. There also was the problem of fresh blood for members. It wasn't the first time he'd been a king so he certainly knew how difficult that could be.
The male would stretch, with autmn it seemed even the west was getting this rain. The end of this month was growing wary as well. He had run into a rock fall which he barely escaped. Just some missing fur irritated from the bats. He snorted mildly, and then sat himself down with a soft sigh.
TAGGED // YESH
This character can be very unpredictable and cruel, you have been warned.