12-06-2010, 09:16 AM
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Kansas' belly emitted a growl so violent that a startled expression came across his features. It was mid afternoon, and he had not yet eaten. Immediately after awakening, he had grabbed his guitar, headed down the stairs, and practiced for hours. The slow traffic of Crimson Dreams wolves passing through the living room distracted him little, as he was completely transfixed by the sounds he could create on the stringed wooden instrument. Already he could play a few simple tunes of his own creation, though he was still far from the ability to recreate some of the music he had heard on his CD player so many months ago.
He could have continued playing until well into the evening, had not his stomach alerted him that he needed food. Reluctantly, he set the guitar carefully against the sofa, where it would be out of the way of anyone wishing to sit there while he was gone. He trusted his pack mates completely not to tamper with his most prized possession, their doing so barely crossing his mind.
Perhaps there was food in the cellar, but he hungered for something fresh. Kansas exited the manor and changed from his awkward two-legged form into a full-fledged wolf. His skill with weapons was miserable, though he had no real desire to learn how to use them, preferring the more natural way of killing. Once out the front door and down the porch, he paused, lifting his pale crown to gaze across the snow dusted landscape. His surroundings were soft and pretty, but with a twitch of his coal nostrils he realized that they were also fairly deserted. He would have to venture further into the lands of Crimson Dreams than he had anticipated. Though he did not exactly relish being out moving in the cold for extended periods of time, his hunger could take him anywhere at this point. With the prospect of food prevailing his thoughts, Kansas set off towards the wilted orchard, his nose hovering just above the frozen earth, searching for a trail to follow.
300+Kansas' belly emitted a growl so violent that a startled expression came across his features. It was mid afternoon, and he had not yet eaten. Immediately after awakening, he had grabbed his guitar, headed down the stairs, and practiced for hours. The slow traffic of Crimson Dreams wolves passing through the living room distracted him little, as he was completely transfixed by the sounds he could create on the stringed wooden instrument. Already he could play a few simple tunes of his own creation, though he was still far from the ability to recreate some of the music he had heard on his CD player so many months ago.
He could have continued playing until well into the evening, had not his stomach alerted him that he needed food. Reluctantly, he set the guitar carefully against the sofa, where it would be out of the way of anyone wishing to sit there while he was gone. He trusted his pack mates completely not to tamper with his most prized possession, their doing so barely crossing his mind.
Perhaps there was food in the cellar, but he hungered for something fresh. Kansas exited the manor and changed from his awkward two-legged form into a full-fledged wolf. His skill with weapons was miserable, though he had no real desire to learn how to use them, preferring the more natural way of killing. Once out the front door and down the porch, he paused, lifting his pale crown to gaze across the snow dusted landscape. His surroundings were soft and pretty, but with a twitch of his coal nostrils he realized that they were also fairly deserted. He would have to venture further into the lands of Crimson Dreams than he had anticipated. Though he did not exactly relish being out moving in the cold for extended periods of time, his hunger could take him anywhere at this point. With the prospect of food prevailing his thoughts, Kansas set off towards the wilted orchard, his nose hovering just above the frozen earth, searching for a trail to follow.