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06-02-2013, 02:18 AM (This post was last modified: 06-28-2013, 07:57 PM by Cherokee.)




It was a quiet night in Alacritis. Nightime. Cherokee had always loved the night. It was a peaceful time. No one was in a hurry to get anywhere, to meet anyone, to do anything. Most were sleeping, recovering from the busy hub-bub of the day, readying themselves to start it all over again at the next sunrise. But not him. He didn?t want to sleep. Or more precisely, exhaustion hadn?t yet reached him. Since arriving here, he didn?t find the need to sleep much. His activity during the day didn?t take too much energy out of him, so sleep wasn?t something he needed too frequently. And so here he was, padding beside a lake, the moon shining down upon him, lighting his path.


His surroundings were quiet, peaceful, save for the quiet chirping of the crickets in the distance. He?d checked the territory out before entering, making sure it wasn?t pack territory or that any other wolves were in the area. Perhaps he just wasn?t as thorough as he usually was, because one could imagine the surprise he had when his dual-colored gaze registered an iridescent figure at the shore of the lake. Pace was halted, lids blinking rapidly over his eyes, trying to make sure that he was seeing wasn?t a figment of his imagination or a trick of the light. No, the figure was real. Nostrils quivered slightly, testing the air, finding an unknown female scent upon the breeze. Surely it had to belong to the figure at the shore. Who else could it belong to?


He watched spellbound, as the ghost like female moved closer to the water. Though warmer here than farther up in Alacritis, there was still a chill to the wind and he imagined that the water wasn?t exactly toasty warm. And yet the ghost like dame strode right into it, no hesitation whatsoever, until she was in deep enough to take a comfortable drink. She was a beautiful creature. Almost like an apparition. She didn?t move from the water, simply stood there, basking in the moonlight, the water swaying gently around her ivory frame. Cherokee didn?t move, his ivory jade and steel eyes locked on the female, entranced by her. He wanted to move closer, to see this angel-like creature up close, but his limbs would not stir beneath him. So he settled with staying rooted to his spot, the cover of the trees behind him as he realized he too was at the shore of the lake, though on a different side than the dove. Would she notice him? He would have to wait and see.





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