Cyanide In My Soul[joining]
11-29-2013, 04:59 PM
The Re would sit before his den, lids pulled closed over his milky white eyes, tattered eyes attentive atop his chiseled skull. The crisp night air would buffer the man's cobalt pelt, running over the scarring flesh on his face and spine. The future of Tortuga was uncertain at this point, but Taurig wasn't about to give up. He had gotten this fair with his pack, and his people trusted him, followed him indefinitely and he had their true loyalty. He wouldn't let them down. Whether they stayed here or relocated, or perhaps even began a new pack, the Re would come through for his people, despite the obvious challenges he was faced with now. A rough voice would pierce the quiet atmosphere around him, lids snapping back to reveal milky eyes out of pure instinct, ears already swiveling in an attempt to pinpoint the location of the call. It was coming from his borders. A man. Was this stranger not aware of the danger that Tortuga was under from Glaciem and any possible allies Glaciem would be acquiring? Unable to leave someone at his borders, the Re would raise himself, giving his pelt a quick shake before he would turn to move in the direction of the border, using his muzzle as his guide, trailing his scent back to the little path he had worn visiting the borders so frequently. The stranger's scent would fill his nostrils, skull lifting to hopefully allow the titan to be looking into the stranger's face. Odd time to visit a pack sir. He would call out, stopping a few feet from the border. Talk like this |
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