1, 2, 3, breathe...
05-28-2014, 03:41 AM
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05-28-2014, 07:51 AM
The massive brute would walk carefully through the prairie, sifting through the grasses with his powerful legs. The winter breeze was relaxing, and Series let out an easy sigh as it blew across him. His thick coat suited the ice and snow perfectly, though the season was not yet so advanced for that. Not to mention that he had found himself in the south, wandering again. It seemed to have become routine for the male, simply walking about in search of anything and everything. Of course, he always prayed to come across his family, but it never seemed to happen. That fellow from Olympus had spoken of a Ludicael queen by the name of Destruction, but Series was still working up the courage to travel there. He didn't want to intrude, and packs could be very territorial. Not that he worried for his own safety.
His sandy coat rippled as he stretched the muscles in his back, working up a yawn before settling onto his haunches. Dandelion eyes scanned the area, suddenly resting on a unknown figure in the distance. From here the other wolf appeared to be a snowy white. Series squinted for a moment before letting out a friendly bark. Perhaps the other brute did not wish to have company. Series would leave if he was not wanted, of course, but what harm could there be in meeting someone new?
"Speech"
'thoughts'
06-07-2014, 08:52 PM
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