new moon fight club
10-02-2020, 03:32 PM
The dry and cracked terrain reminded him somewhat of the battleground, if one less stained by blood. The territory was a ruin, with rotted trees resting in his path, and the scent of decay in the air. This land felt… unsteady, unreliable, and he was cautious on his paws. He did not trust land where grass was too afraid to grow.
The dark of the night made navigation more tricky, and he clambered over a fallen log, using the light of the moon to guide him. As he reached the other side, the scent of a strange caught his attention. He raised his head softly upwards, sniffing the air. The scent of the wolf was stronger, and he let his intrigue guide him. Wondering what other might have been drawn to this dying land.
The dark, red-touched wolf could almost be his brother, if by looks alone. The horns that crowned his skull were not uncommon in his land, much as the fangs that protruded from his own lips. The Ademre came to a halt a few strides away. Cautious greeting his paw moved subtly across the ground below him, as he wondered if this wolf might be a forgotten cousin of his.
"Speech"
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