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grim
Grim
Sidi
Intermediate Hunter (40)
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age
1 Year
1 Year
gender
Male
Male
gems
150
150
player
Dragon Mod
Dragon Mod
08-08-2024, 01:16 AM
He had been gone for a long while. Lost, as one would call it. He had chased something beyond Insomnia's lands, and before he knew it, he realized he had gotten too far from home and had no idea how to get back or where home even was. The yearling didn't fret about it, though he was sure his mother had been this entire time. For all she knew, the boy was dead in a ditch somewhere or possibly even taken far away. Of course, he was just on the next continent over. He just didn't know that he was on the other side of the bifrost, his sense of direction had never been the best and he couldn't even really remember how far he'd gone let alone where he'd been or where to go to get home. Regardless, he took is as one big adventure. Probably further than any of his siblings had gone before, but he couldn't be sure. All he knew was that he had to make it back somehow, some way. Had he bothered to ask the locals? Nah. He didn't need anyones help. He was a big boy now, and he didn't want to appear weak or convinced not to go back home. Instead, he skirted borders, stole food where he could, and now crept along the thickets of the Cedar Falls. Something had caught his attention, and so the boy followed, curious as to who the stranger was and what they were doing. Maybe the stranger had food he could steal... Peeking from the cover of the thickets, The Shadowed Grim watched with burning eyes locked on the larger wolf. Watching. Waiting for an opportunity. But it would seem that the guy had heard him, and as Grim stepped back to bolt the other way, his foot snapped a twig that sat beneath his feet. His fur bristled as he released a quiet snarl, gaze snapping back to the stranger. Well, if he'd been caught then he might as well show himself for nothing other than to give his inexperienced self a fighting chance. He emerged from the thicket, scraggly and thing (but he always looked like that), appearing every bit as feral as his mother often did. "Who are you?" He retorted. |