Psychedelic Journey
04-01-2013, 08:00 PM
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Dante watched the obsidian hued heavens as the stars danced upon its canvas. Though, danced would be a more accurate term if his mind was currently affected by his hallucinogenic plants. Ah, how he craved the taste of those psychedelic plants. The trips were all the more fun during the dark hours. The pitter-patter of nearby paws distracted the hellish creature. The scent of a lady hit his nares as if it were a bolt of lightning. The sweet sound of her velvet pads stroked Earth's crust as she made her way to his presence. Her voice sung out to him in an almost bitter manner. . . almost. The voice bitter, yet it was laced with a sweet tone. Dante determined the bitch was in a foul mood. . . that or that the wolves here were simply foul by nature. Perhaps this was her normal attitude? Dante moved his large frame so that he could clearly see her frame. He watched the dim light play tricks upon her dark pelt, illuminating her presence. Quietly, patiently he listened carefully to each word she sung out to him before making his reply. Mmm, my lady. . . you see, I did not plan to end up here. It was the plants. The plants told me to come here. Dante took a moment to gather his thoughts. He was normally a loner and lacked communication skills. Explaining was rather difficult for this wolf. I. . . I munched on a few plants that plays tricks with my mind. It makes Earth a completely new planet full of living things. The rocks, the dirt, even the stars seem to come to life. They pointed me in this direction. And since I am here, I reckon I might try to stay if you all would have me. After all, this is the first pack I have came across in almost a year. He crooked his head to the side as he met her orbs with his own. Ah, but she may think him a fool for sounding like a pup. my actions | my words | my thoughts |
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