Tonight the foxes hunt the hounds
07-25-2014, 05:36 PM
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Say I never mattered White and colorful paws hit the ground in a steady pace. Mismatched eyes, with pale colors of blue and gold, narrowed as the wolf dog moved closer to the land that he wanted to join. A pack, and it seemed that it would be a strong pack. A god like him would have no trouble taking over. Or at least getting a high rank. He was a creature that no wolf would want to deal with, because he was slightly intimidating.....To other wolf dogs. If there were any in this land, which he doubted. He was a creature of power, obvious in his rippling muscles and raised tail. He was dominant. For now, at least. They would know his name. Soon enough, they would all know the wolf dog.
"Lezette." His name slipped from marvelous jaws, allowing a small smrk to stretch across his features. He would be helpful. If there was a war, or anything, he would have to be helpful. Tilting his head, the male let out a loud howl. Now he just needed to wait.
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