Where the white boys dance (Fendar)

*Fendar* · 09-07-2014, 02:53 PM

He listened to her soft spoken words, his own features becoming less hardened as she went on. They all had lived quite hard lives, to be harsh to one another would get them no where. A soft sigh left his maw, his metallic eyes softening towards the girl. "It seems like all who made it out believed that the rest had perished, we all thought we were alone." His vocals were soft and sober, speaking the truth. He hadn't even known that his own sister had made it out alive. He saw how many bodies lay bleeding on the ground, and knew that no one could have made it out alive. He was wrong though, so very wrong. Already he had met two of the Xanilov line, and was off to discover this so called New Ebony. Anticipation tingled in his paws, his head tilting to the side as he gazed at Koro. "Have you heart whispers of a pack named Ebony? I have come to see who took the name of our old homeland before it was torn from us." His words were a slight sneer, he was rather irritated that a commoner -- or so he thought -- had named their pack Ebony. That was the Xanilov's homelands, not here. Stepping forward the large man bent down and nuzzled the girls shoulder. "Our family always seems to find a way back to each other, I am sure that if anyone else made it out, they will find you again cousin Koroleva."

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