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Post by L.upis on Jun 26, 2005 9:45:55 GMT -5
+the new canine enters these lands unknown to him. this land so different from his old. slowly he approaches the top of a grassy knoll, the sun reflecting off his auburn pelt. he stands tall, showing his true size. he is large for his breed, and was once the largest in his pack. his size was intimidating, for his took no defeat. but beneath his glorious looks, and willing desire he was fair, honest and loyal. he showed no discomfort towards others, no cruelty unless needed. his heart was heavy, he had to leave his Alpha behind. his love, and his family... he was forced to leave his land. humans... those brutal creatures had come. the male would not let them take his family... so he stood tall, as he does now. but he was shot at for doing what he knew was right.. those shiny metal weapons that they held. he ran, ran as fast as he could. then fell... and went into a deep sleep.+
+he awoke in this land, unknown to him... in hope of starting a new family... but always will his past stay scarred in his mind.+
+the male let out a bellowing call, a summon to the Alphas of these lands... a hope for residence+
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Post by WolfWorld on Jun 26, 2005 10:53:54 GMT -5
Heavy paws struck the ground harshly, plate and banner held high as he searches for the disturbance in his scavaging. Auds laced to his crania, massive mass moving through the undergrowth. Mixed hued pelt blending with the surrondings, appendages moving like a stealthing feline. Growl arose in his throat, appendages carrying him out of the brush. Yeah, thats him all right. Always lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce, to feast. Not this time. Spheres as cold as death locked onto the brute, looking deep inside him. Searching, wondering, seeking... Pelt tangles, dry blood running down his limb and plastered to his sides. Creamy underside not showing, only his dark grey and mixed hue pelt glowering the color of death, the hint of hatred.
Welcome to the World of the Wolf.
The brujo snarls, voice deadly but holding a hint of welcoming. This hint was often uncommon for this brute, but it wasn't everyday he went out to greet the newcomers. No, this was the first time. Bod stops before the other, creamy side starting to show slightly, melting away under her crania and dripping down from there. Interrupted on the edges by the deadly ebon coloring, gradualy turning to smoke then hue. Auds continued to be laced to his crania, cord in its normal position, wind flagging the ashen hairs into the air around him. Optics as thin as slits suddenly widden as he catches the wiff of the two-legged on this brujo. Smirk crept across his mug, he had killed a child with his former friend, Spike.
Take my advice and don't cross my path unless you have good reasons to. Most lands are available for claimence and some more faes are coming, take the ones you want quickly before they're gone.
Vocals rose in a snarl once more, echoeing through the lands. Weight shifts between pillars, awaiting the brutes response. Spheres look off to the surronding terrain, he had never been here before. Butter bugs floating through the air, making the sky have dots of pink, yellow and blue. Butter flies flew from rose to rose, collecting pollen. Trees rose high above them, a gentle stream flowing off to the right, water lapping over its banks.
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Post by L.upis on Jun 26, 2005 15:56:35 GMT -5
+the male slowly raises a scrawny paw. he was thinner than usual from his days of secrecy, but no longer. he shook his head and wouldn't allow the thoughts to cross his mind. the brujo that appeared in front of him thought he was intimidating. though bigger than he, he was not afraid. at the sound of his deep echoing bellow he was immediately alert, coming to the realization he was in a place with others.+
+he raised his crania and observed the brute before him. muscular, strong and coming back from a kill was apparent.+
The words you speak of death are certaintly... interesting. For anyone who kills a human of any size strikes my interest. I thank you for that, and only wish to one day kill them all. his tone rose slightly Thank you for your welcome, I wish to start a new life here... Do not worry, our paths will not cross.
He thought ...unless they were meant to.
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Post by wowposter on Nov 9, 2008 21:08:40 GMT -5
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