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St.Pepin’s Vineyards; Open to anyone…just don’t kill me; Des to pwetty for that D= He lay in the tall grass, relaxing. He had started getting used to the pack life again, at first it had been a strange change, having drifted around for over two years had made him a loner and he hadn’t even thought about ever joining a pack again. He had been too foucused on his goal, he had been too driven by rage and revenge, the thought of ever getting to live a peaceful life again never striked his mind. But here he was, laying in the freshed of grass, stuffed on the ripest of rabbits. He hadn’t forgotten that there was a war going on, that his pack was fighting to keep its borders Inferni free, well not fighting exactly, but at least trying as best as they could to keep the Inferni members away. But he liked to dream himself away, thinking that there wasn’t any trouble or struggles in the world, that all he had to think about was rabbits. Des had used his days to hunt and explore, he hadn’t met too many other wolves yet, and besides their pack meeting, he hadn’t met any of his fellow pack members either, except Mew, but not since he was accepted. He had met Skoll from a pack he couldn’t remember the name of, they had talked about the ongoing war between Dahila de Mai and Inferni, and Des had asked the other for help, or if he knew someone that would be able to help in any way. Skoll himself had been badly injured, so Des had understood that he wouldn’t be able to fight, at least not in the nearest future. Too bad, he had looked like a skilled fighter, and he had praised Dahlia and its inhabitants for being some of the first to finally taking a serious step of action against Inferni. But for now, the dark bluish male only lay in the tall grass in St.Pepins Vineyards, looking at the clouds, not thinking about war and fighting. The little voice in his head couldn’t have been more annoyed. |