olympiads { JOINING }
04-04-2014, 06:22 PM
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and an animate spell, you won't have time to prepare. The dame had recently been exploring the depth of Alacritian territory, looking to find a smaller pack. She would lower her crown to the ground, inhaling the scents of the lands. The other rogue wolves called this place the Dancefloor of the Gods. The dark pelted dame's paws skimmed the ground as she strode several paw steps before stopping to inhale one more, the scent of wolf drifting onto her maw. She gave a long cry in signal of her presence and sat down, awaiting her call to be heeded. The alphess of the pack this land was ruled by was surely nearby. The dame's sea green irises glinted in the sunlight, gazing about the landscape. |