ghosts of days gone by

Cypress · 02-26-2012, 07:55 PM

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Dark ears perked and swiveled to follow the soft, near silent padding of paws on the wooden staircase of the manor. All the while the wolf never paused from his grooming, pulling a small clump of mud from between his toes with teeth. His legs and belly splattered with a muddy slurry that resulted from the melting of snow and ice.

He froze for an instant as the teasing tones of his brother’s voice reached his ears. The deep gravelly beginnings of a playful growl rumbled in his chest as Cypress gave his foreleg one last lick before his water gazed turned to the dark red frame of his kin. There was a smirk on his scarred face. ”Never known it to rain from the ground up.” He laughed. Rolling over, Cypress revealed the lighter hues of his tawny belly. The shaggy winter fur clinging together in damp, muddy clumps.

Rolling back to his belly, some of the playful, humored look left Cypress’ face. ”Just been out hunting.” His shoulder still hindered his movement and he had yet to reclaim his speed and grace. He wondered if the limb would ever work like it once had. ”Or trying to.” He tried not to let show just how useless his failed attempts were beginning to make him feel.

"What are you up to?" He asked trying to change the subject.

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