07-17-2008, 11:27 PM
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I'm game for short replies like you said before =P
The large form of a fully shifted werewolf walked silently between the ruined buildings of the ancient human suburb, the scent of the early morning dew filling his nose as he trod down grassy paths. His steps were surprisingly light in spite of his great size, and his paws moved almost silently over the ground. It was truly a strange place he had come upon this time, where the artful works of man had been marred, just as they once had marred the artful works of the earth.
The pack at his back was quite light, but still it dug slightly at his shoulders, an unpleasant chafing which he knew to expect after extended periods of exploring with the thing. Still...he appreciated its utility, and did not mind the inconvenience so long as it continued to give him the peace of mind provided by its contents. Approaching a house set slightly lower than the others, where Asmodai's head came up nearly to the second window of a split-story house, the almost eight foot werewolf rose himself to the very tips of his toes to get a peak inside.
Whatever was within was covered over by dusty windows and the slight glare from the early morning glow. Shaking his head, he turned away back into the center of what had once been a backyard. He appreciated the lonesome setting, something he was not accustomed to since setting out with four others over a year ago. Still...as grateful as he was for the tranquility, he didn't think the cost had been worth it.
I'm game for short replies like you said before =P
The large form of a fully shifted werewolf walked silently between the ruined buildings of the ancient human suburb, the scent of the early morning dew filling his nose as he trod down grassy paths. His steps were surprisingly light in spite of his great size, and his paws moved almost silently over the ground. It was truly a strange place he had come upon this time, where the artful works of man had been marred, just as they once had marred the artful works of the earth.
The pack at his back was quite light, but still it dug slightly at his shoulders, an unpleasant chafing which he knew to expect after extended periods of exploring with the thing. Still...he appreciated its utility, and did not mind the inconvenience so long as it continued to give him the peace of mind provided by its contents. Approaching a house set slightly lower than the others, where Asmodai's head came up nearly to the second window of a split-story house, the almost eight foot werewolf rose himself to the very tips of his toes to get a peak inside.
Whatever was within was covered over by dusty windows and the slight glare from the early morning glow. Shaking his head, he turned away back into the center of what had once been a backyard. He appreciated the lonesome setting, something he was not accustomed to since setting out with four others over a year ago. Still...as grateful as he was for the tranquility, he didn't think the cost had been worth it.