04-13-2011, 02:47 AM
A quaint thought entered the dark hued wolf male's mind as he explored the neutral territory that neighbored Dahlia de Mai's borderlands: he would have a home to return to after his exploration. It seemed so strange to think that he had never had one before. Some might say that home could be defined as being surrounded by loved ones and friends, but Cuomo had never really felt that kind of connection to another. His parents and siblings traveled in a loose knit nomadic band. The scenery was always changing for someone leading that kind of life. Cuomo's heart was gladdened; he would have a home to return to whenever he pleased, a concrete place that he could place on a map or retrace his footsteps to. What a precious and profound oddity indeed.
The orange-eyed brute's gaze fell upon a lake of the most peculiar blue. He could not remember ever seeing a blue quite like it. The fresh scent that all but engulfed him told him that this was a fresh water source. He approached the lake with great care, taking note of his new and alien surroundings before dipping his muzzle into the water. Rings formed on the calm surface of the water, originating from the tip of his snout as he opened his mouth and let the cool, crisp water flow from his tongue to his throat.
The Dahlian male withdrew his muzzle from the water slowly as his orange eyes fell upon the form of a coyote swimming or floating lazily through the calm lake. His scent had been covered by the water, it seemed. Or perhaps he just wasn't accustomed to the scents within these parts. The brute raised his head and followed along the shore of the lake curiously, wondering what had possessed the coyote male to do such a thing.
The orange-eyed brute's gaze fell upon a lake of the most peculiar blue. He could not remember ever seeing a blue quite like it. The fresh scent that all but engulfed him told him that this was a fresh water source. He approached the lake with great care, taking note of his new and alien surroundings before dipping his muzzle into the water. Rings formed on the calm surface of the water, originating from the tip of his snout as he opened his mouth and let the cool, crisp water flow from his tongue to his throat.
The Dahlian male withdrew his muzzle from the water slowly as his orange eyes fell upon the form of a coyote swimming or floating lazily through the calm lake. His scent had been covered by the water, it seemed. Or perhaps he just wasn't accustomed to the scents within these parts. The brute raised his head and followed along the shore of the lake curiously, wondering what had possessed the coyote male to do such a thing.