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Saul Stormbringer · 10-08-2010, 02:01 PM

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for anyone who wants to have a chat with the stormbringer!

A dark overcast sky was the main attraction of today. Thick black rain clouds rolled sluggishly across the sky, they belly heavily pregnant with the rain that was about to be born over the entire town of Wolfville. It was horrible weather, a warning for a storm that was no doubt about to hit. This eminent storm should have meant the young Stormbringer was firmly behind a door and under a safe roof- his experiances with Mother Nature were stuck thick and fast in his mind. He flinched easily at the first rain drops that hit his head, his whole body positively shaking when the thunder and lightening had struck. It was these three elements that had split him from his family, his brother and sister and father. He had travelled back to Wolfville, but it was slow going and he had slowly become emaciated from lack of food an exhaustion. He had learned, however, that in the absence of meat, plants were as good as anything for keeping you going, even for a short while. Still, the young male had been so starving and hungry that he had collapsed on the borders, waiting for someone to save him.

A few days had passed and he had met one of his pack members, Nayru. She had been odd, at firt referring to him as simply 'Stormbringer', until he reminded her that his name was actually Saul. That meeting had gone well, although the details were hazy. He was still so thin it hurt to look at him, but his eyes were beginning to brighten and shine. His coat was brightening also, for it had become dingy and greasy in the lack of nutrients. He was looking better, although he had been unable to find Gideon in his four days back at home. He had searched the Victorian House he now lived in but couldnt find his dark haired brother. Slight concern marred his handsome features, as well as the broken fear in his face as he gazed up at the sky. This was going to be a bad storm, but he had needed his run. After getting up with the light this morning, Saul had bathed in the river and ran the perimeter of Dahlia, drying his fur in the process. He looked fluffy and windswept as he came to a stop in Flanders Field.

His tired and thin little legs collapsed beneath him, skinny frame rapid in its panting. He looked odd, laying in a cemetary, partially hidden by a large tomb- emerald eyes shining and salmon tongue curled up to keep his saliva from falling out. His cinnamon-backed ears flickered back, his whip-like tail still curled around his aching body. He had needed the run, but his body was not yet ready to take on that amount of physical exercise. The soft whine and pant of his breathing slowed gradually as he lay in the field, pleased with his days work for now. Soon, he would want to play, but with whom?

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