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Broken voices (possibly joining)



Sand Striker


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07-18-2013, 10:41 PM
Ignore this now i'm in the process of getting it archived






He had stayed for a long time waiting hoping that the queen would return but as days turned into weeks it seemed less and less likely. He had looked at the others who had followed newt into exile and he had felt no loyalty to them. And so with a heavy heart he had moved on back into the life of a rouge, it hadn't been that bad he had been accustomed to it before he had joined the shadows in fact for a while he thought he would never join a pack again but then he had stumbled across this border. He had wandered farther north the slowly fallen snow no longer bothering him as it had when he had first joined lentajin.

Now stood on the border the sun high above him, he wondered what he should do he had tried waiting once before it had not endeared him to the wolf that had found him but entering the pack lands without invitation seemed like a far poorer decision . There was only one real choice to call to draw their attention with sound but he did not know if he could do it. His was a mostly silent existence when he talked it caused him pain so he spoke only when he must and howling he had tried it as a child and been punished for the noises he produced. But it was the only way this northern pack seemed far larger in its borders then the one he had just left the chances they would find him swiftly without some indicator... he gave a silent sigh and rested his rump into the snow and grass which seemed to cover the whole area.

He lifted his nose to the air and called no sound came out his throat felt as though it where siezing up and his heart began to pound lowering his head he took a few deep breaths it had to be done he had to at least find out who this pack was, joining maybe but nothing would happen if he couldn't call. Focused on his desire he lifted his head once more, the noise that emerged was not beautiful by any stretch of the imagination , it stuttered and broke cracking between piercingly high tones and low, and soft it would not reach all the way across the territory but he had announced his presence coughing slightly he lowered his head and waited. He did not know who would show up or if anyone would but this was the only coarse open to him so he waited.




Speech,