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Poe



Poe

Loner

age
4 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Dire wolf
build
Heavy
posts
61
player

By the skin of my teethSnake EyesThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 21K
09-07-2021, 05:05 PM

TIME IS A BUTTERFLY, I'M RIPPING OFF WINGS

The chill in the air bore with it the start of his third year of life, and the burly titan found himself feeling no different than the seasons past. Hunger twisted his gut sharply, reminding him that he'd been keeping up this pace for far too long today. The chill in the air kept the snow that dusted the top of his massive frame from melting, though the soft flakes slipped down the smooth keratin of his horns and settle against his brow in their stead. Slowing his lope to an ambling pace, whiskey eyes scanned the landscape. In the dying light, the silhouettes of a handful of caribou caught his eye- distinct antler shapes marking them out as they grazed on the fringes of the stones for lichen. Dark tongue slipped from his jowls to swipe over his whiskers, muscles quivering with anticipation. He was tired, and the caribou were likely to be a difficult target. However, he'd ventured this far inland for a very specific reason. There was a wolf standing atop one of the felled, ancient monoliths. A bit of a walk from the grazing ungulates, clearly surveying the territory. Though the setting sun cast everything in shades of crimson and citrus, there were very few wolves that had ridges of bone sprouting from their crown, and that shapely silhouette.

The beast stalked forth, skirting the reindeer by a wide margin in the interest of keeping downwind and far enough away to keep them from startling. There was a very strange kind of ease that peeled the months of travel weariness from his bones and muscles with each step closer to his cousin, swaggering steps lax and open. "Manea." he grunted with a warm smile, closing the distance so he could lay his massive head upon the stone and rest his chin near her forepaws. Golden eyes staring up at her amethyst features with a mischievous glimmer in their rich depths, he playfully nipped at the air. "What do you say to catching up over dinner?" rumbling vocals carried at a smooth baritone into the air, and he tilted his skull towards the grazing group of caribou.

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