Frame Thy Fearful Symmetry
03-29-2015, 01:53 PM
Skælingr was enjoying himself. The spars had been just what he'd needed, the chance to let lose some of his pent up energy and to grow more accustomed to the culture of the wolves around him. The evening had fallen soft and fair with only the faint rumbling of thunder in the distance. A late summer storm perhaps? Autumn would soon be here and it would be at that time that Skælingr would withdraw to his old hunting grounds in the Rustling Thicket where his pelt blended so seamlessly with the grass. Only half serious, the tiger let out a roar, a call to any who might wish to duel him. He somewhat doubted anyone would answer, but it was hard to tell. The wolves in Alacritis seemed to be growing to be as large as the great cats. Surely there were spunky canines wishing to test their metal against such a fierce and beautiful creature as a tiger. Skælingr vs Mercy for SPAR Rd. 0/? |