07-16-2010, 01:15 AM
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Hello and welcome to 'Souls! I'm Libri 
He should have been asleep, but eyes had opened and unconsciousness had kept its distance. Perhaps Bris was right; anything that could help him rest better was worth trying out in order to escape the exhaustion that seemed to bury itself deeper within him every morning when he opened his eyes. Sleep could not be forced, so instead the male padded on towards the borders, knowing well that there were creatures stalking the night as well as the day. The night was the time for the wolf’s song, but those old traditions seemed less popular. Now, he was too young to know this for certain, but books told of wolves singing to the sky as darkness flourished and the pale moon rose.
He quickly found the stranger’s scent on the borders and patiently trotted on until he found the creature painted almost invisible had it not been for the pale light from above. It was most peculiar to find an unknown scent wandering so close to the borders this hour, but the young male would of course give her a chance to explain herself. Purple orbs sought hers, yet the smile that so often accompanied the Dahlian leader was nowhere to be seen. ”What kind of wolf stalks a pack’s borders in the middle of the night?” There was no growl in his voice, but it was firm and straight to the point. It was fortunate that he had been in the right place at the right time.
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He should have been asleep, but eyes had opened and unconsciousness had kept its distance. Perhaps Bris was right; anything that could help him rest better was worth trying out in order to escape the exhaustion that seemed to bury itself deeper within him every morning when he opened his eyes. Sleep could not be forced, so instead the male padded on towards the borders, knowing well that there were creatures stalking the night as well as the day. The night was the time for the wolf’s song, but those old traditions seemed less popular. Now, he was too young to know this for certain, but books told of wolves singing to the sky as darkness flourished and the pale moon rose.
He quickly found the stranger’s scent on the borders and patiently trotted on until he found the creature painted almost invisible had it not been for the pale light from above. It was most peculiar to find an unknown scent wandering so close to the borders this hour, but the young male would of course give her a chance to explain herself. Purple orbs sought hers, yet the smile that so often accompanied the Dahlian leader was nowhere to be seen. ”What kind of wolf stalks a pack’s borders in the middle of the night?” There was no growl in his voice, but it was firm and straight to the point. It was fortunate that he had been in the right place at the right time.