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It had taken the young Stone weeks to cross the mountains on which he now stood. Scents of other's had reached him from the guarding giants that protected the lands of which he now gazed out of. Despite his general lack of social ability, these scents had intrigued the two year old and he had decided to cross the mountains and see for himself where such a large gathering of wolves were hiding out. Snow was now halfway down the mountains instead of just the peak and it had taken a week or two more than the male had expected to trek through them than he had anticipated. As such, he was feeling the effects of a limited food source and his envy of the eagle above him was proving to provoke his already on edge temper. He wanted to eat, but his white encased paws appeared to be frozen to the ground.
He was simple in looks, but this simplicity made him all the more beautiful. Midnight fur was the most prominant feature while four white paws stuck to the rock of the mountains he had just crossed. Upon his forehead was the thinnest of white lines, a strike on his head. Finally, the last remaining white mark was the tip of his tail, a snowy white tuft that he loathed with a passion. Large muscles adorned every spare patch of his body and the large male was proud of these for he had spent most of his life building himself up to be the warrior he was today. The only other distinguishing mark on his body, apart from the sparkling blue eyes that never failed to captivate, was the branded scar on his right shoulder. It was a symbol, for power and for the warrior. Despite his simplicity, he was a handsome male and he knew it.
He lifted a paw, almost feeling it becoming unstuck from the rocks he had rested for a while. With a deep breath his well toned body moved downward. Gravity pulled him and his muscles worked to keep a controlled pace down the mountain side. Blue eyes focussed on a rabbit that had decided to peek out from its burrow. His stomach revolted at having to eat such a low protein animal but it was the only other thing around. Before the clouds had rushed past the weak, almost non-existant sun, the rabbit dangled from his jaw. He shifted to eat the meal, deft hands pulling it apart eagerly before it was all consumed. He was no where near full, but he was less hungry than before, which was a plus.
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ooc;; 26.11.10
Blisteringly cold winds raced through the lands, tearing the mountains to pieces and ripping the lingering grass from its holdings without a care for what would happen. It was a cruel month and the dark wolf that paced these lands was well used to the cruelties life could throw at him. He had been alone for a long time now and he could take care of himself possibly better than any pack wolf he knew. Piercing blue eyes watched as a non-descript eagle circled above, swooping down twice and hovering above the sloped meadows that lead down from the mountains on which he stood. He liked the idea of the eagle, the raw power its sharp beak and talons represented, the swiftness of its wings when it swooped down to kill its giant squid. The young male could not hunt with such grace and beauty, and for that he envied the bird. He was much more to do with power than anything else, although he was stealthy and brutul in equal measures. Thick white collar ruffled up against large head and the male gave a soft huff from his vantage point on the mountains.It had taken the young Stone weeks to cross the mountains on which he now stood. Scents of other's had reached him from the guarding giants that protected the lands of which he now gazed out of. Despite his general lack of social ability, these scents had intrigued the two year old and he had decided to cross the mountains and see for himself where such a large gathering of wolves were hiding out. Snow was now halfway down the mountains instead of just the peak and it had taken a week or two more than the male had expected to trek through them than he had anticipated. As such, he was feeling the effects of a limited food source and his envy of the eagle above him was proving to provoke his already on edge temper. He wanted to eat, but his white encased paws appeared to be frozen to the ground.
He was simple in looks, but this simplicity made him all the more beautiful. Midnight fur was the most prominant feature while four white paws stuck to the rock of the mountains he had just crossed. Upon his forehead was the thinnest of white lines, a strike on his head. Finally, the last remaining white mark was the tip of his tail, a snowy white tuft that he loathed with a passion. Large muscles adorned every spare patch of his body and the large male was proud of these for he had spent most of his life building himself up to be the warrior he was today. The only other distinguishing mark on his body, apart from the sparkling blue eyes that never failed to captivate, was the branded scar on his right shoulder. It was a symbol, for power and for the warrior. Despite his simplicity, he was a handsome male and he knew it.
He lifted a paw, almost feeling it becoming unstuck from the rocks he had rested for a while. With a deep breath his well toned body moved downward. Gravity pulled him and his muscles worked to keep a controlled pace down the mountain side. Blue eyes focussed on a rabbit that had decided to peek out from its burrow. His stomach revolted at having to eat such a low protein animal but it was the only other thing around. Before the clouds had rushed past the weak, almost non-existant sun, the rabbit dangled from his jaw. He shifted to eat the meal, deft hands pulling it apart eagerly before it was all consumed. He was no where near full, but he was less hungry than before, which was a plus.
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