06-18-2012, 06:21 PM
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Alistair wandered around the territory, eyes observing the place that he would call home. It would definitely be enough for him to wander and explore for a good while, which was a total plus. However...They weren't exactly near the ocean. It made him almost feel...Homesick. For most of his life, he had lived, breathed, and taken from the ocean. Now he was...Here. Living, breathing...With a pack. It was unusual, really. The last time he was in a pack, he was a slave...Branded with a skull upon his shoulder. That was definitely a degrading and not exactly fun time. Hopefully this time around would end up better. Ali sat himself on the ground, crossing his arms over his knees. He eyes gazed at the fascinating scenery, a slight smile on his face. However, a warm song soon interrupted his thought process, causing his ears to perk with interest. It seemed to be that other guy...Jaden? Alistair let out a brief howl, rising from the ground. He dusted his bottle, getting rid of the dirt that may remain on his jeans. He figured that this would be an important meeting, so...It would probably be a good idea to wear a shirt. Ali walked over to Dolaidh, wary of the ornery horse. However, it seemed his 'noble' steed was a bit tired today. Instead of nipping at him or his hair, she simply gave an irritated whiny, ears back as he reached into the pouches that were slung over her back. Alistair grabbed a simple navy blue v-neck, quickly slipping it on and look at his clothes. Eh. Good enough. He didn't exactly own formal clothes. Too tight. Too...Prissy for his licking. This seemed nice enough.
Alistair seemed to arrive first where the midnight male was. Alistair gave a cheerful grin, crossing his arms across his chest. "Hey, bro."
Ali greeted the other male with a friendly way him and his friends would often greet one another. However, if he remembered clearly, this guy didn't seem to like him very much at the last meet-up. Of course, he would certain put it behind him and still attempt to get along with him.
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Alistair wandered around the territory, eyes observing the place that he would call home. It would definitely be enough for him to wander and explore for a good while, which was a total plus. However...They weren't exactly near the ocean. It made him almost feel...Homesick. For most of his life, he had lived, breathed, and taken from the ocean. Now he was...Here. Living, breathing...With a pack. It was unusual, really. The last time he was in a pack, he was a slave...Branded with a skull upon his shoulder. That was definitely a degrading and not exactly fun time. Hopefully this time around would end up better. Ali sat himself on the ground, crossing his arms over his knees. He eyes gazed at the fascinating scenery, a slight smile on his face. However, a warm song soon interrupted his thought process, causing his ears to perk with interest. It seemed to be that other guy...Jaden? Alistair let out a brief howl, rising from the ground. He dusted his bottle, getting rid of the dirt that may remain on his jeans. He figured that this would be an important meeting, so...It would probably be a good idea to wear a shirt. Ali walked over to Dolaidh, wary of the ornery horse. However, it seemed his 'noble' steed was a bit tired today. Instead of nipping at him or his hair, she simply gave an irritated whiny, ears back as he reached into the pouches that were slung over her back. Alistair grabbed a simple navy blue v-neck, quickly slipping it on and look at his clothes. Eh. Good enough. He didn't exactly own formal clothes. Too tight. Too...Prissy for his licking. This seemed nice enough.
Alistair seemed to arrive first where the midnight male was. Alistair gave a cheerful grin, crossing his arms across his chest. "Hey, bro."
Ali greeted the other male with a friendly way him and his friends would often greet one another. However, if he remembered clearly, this guy didn't seem to like him very much at the last meet-up. Of course, he would certain put it behind him and still attempt to get along with him.
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