04-06-2008, 04:54 PM
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Human worlds long come undone by the wrenching forces of time and mother nature lay at Sol-Leks feet like monuments of folly. He padded wry-face through a weed choked town of dead business, fragmented sidewalks, and a consistency of unmoving beasts with one thing in common: black, foul-smelling feet supporting their hollow frames.
The wolf was here on a whim of the changes becoming his lands. It seemed a strange new crop of wolves were growing in numbers which could only mean one thing ...packs. He wanted to enjoy these territories from a neutral standpoint while he still could.
Sol-Leks didn't know if this was a farewell or not. Maybe the New Souls were not interested in claiming this overgrown old town, but if they were anything like he suspected they'd be on it like hunters to the lame elk.
The wolf was here on a whim of the changes becoming his lands. It seemed a strange new crop of wolves were growing in numbers which could only mean one thing ...packs. He wanted to enjoy these territories from a neutral standpoint while he still could.
Sol-Leks didn't know if this was a farewell or not. Maybe the New Souls were not interested in claiming this overgrown old town, but if they were anything like he suspected they'd be on it like hunters to the lame elk.
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