04-14-2012, 06:09 PM
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Stepping heavily, the large canine padded towards the territory border, rain hampering his every step. He was used to it, though, and the aqueous assault was not the reason the brute held his head and tail low. The scent of many others permeated the very air which he breathed and paw-prints lay sunk into the dirt he tread. Ark'el had no intention to appear insubordinate to any who may witness his approach; and witness they may- the rust toned beast stood out against the desaturated brown and grey of the barren, rocky landscape from which he came and the navy blue of the constantly thundering sky. Looking up, he beheld a lighting's flash and quickened his pace, determined to be rid of the water-logged region.
With a renewed vigor in his pace, Ark slid into a lope- the bulky canine moving like a liquid, akin to the rain around him which was thankfully beginning to slow. Broad paws made a consistent hum as they beat against the ground and he took a quick pace until he reached the area he noted to be the pack's territory border. Halting in his approach- and careful not to cross into the strangers' land -he launched himself up onto one of the nearby rock mounds, taking a place upon the main foreground of the stone. Here, he sat- albeit awkwardly -inhaled a large lungful of air, threw his head back and released a deep, gruff howl to any who may have been around to hear. Drawing it out only a few extra moments, Ark'el let the noise die on his lips and exhaled the remaining air. "There." He thought to himself. "Now there's no turning back." Suddenly feeling vulnerable in his Lupus form, Ark arched his neck and spine inwards- preparing himself for an impromptu change between forms. The shift was relatively quick and he sighed pleasantly as he adopted a more heightened and comfortable bipedal stature. His muscles ached from the effort, though it was a pleasurable experience- comparable to the feeling after a long workout. Ark slitted his eyes in bliss and reclined on the soft moss below him, he waiting comfortably until his greeting was met.
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Ark'el Etos
Life is hard. Then you die. Then they throw dirt in your face. Then the worms eat you. Be grateful it happens in that order.
Stepping heavily, the large canine padded towards the territory border, rain hampering his every step. He was used to it, though, and the aqueous assault was not the reason the brute held his head and tail low. The scent of many others permeated the very air which he breathed and paw-prints lay sunk into the dirt he tread. Ark'el had no intention to appear insubordinate to any who may witness his approach; and witness they may- the rust toned beast stood out against the desaturated brown and grey of the barren, rocky landscape from which he came and the navy blue of the constantly thundering sky. Looking up, he beheld a lighting's flash and quickened his pace, determined to be rid of the water-logged region.
With a renewed vigor in his pace, Ark slid into a lope- the bulky canine moving like a liquid, akin to the rain around him which was thankfully beginning to slow. Broad paws made a consistent hum as they beat against the ground and he took a quick pace until he reached the area he noted to be the pack's territory border. Halting in his approach- and careful not to cross into the strangers' land -he launched himself up onto one of the nearby rock mounds, taking a place upon the main foreground of the stone. Here, he sat- albeit awkwardly -inhaled a large lungful of air, threw his head back and released a deep, gruff howl to any who may have been around to hear. Drawing it out only a few extra moments, Ark'el let the noise die on his lips and exhaled the remaining air. "There." He thought to himself. "Now there's no turning back." Suddenly feeling vulnerable in his Lupus form, Ark arched his neck and spine inwards- preparing himself for an impromptu change between forms. The shift was relatively quick and he sighed pleasantly as he adopted a more heightened and comfortable bipedal stature. His muscles ached from the effort, though it was a pleasurable experience- comparable to the feeling after a long workout. Ark slitted his eyes in bliss and reclined on the soft moss below him, he waiting comfortably until his greeting was met.
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Faaiiiil. No muse. :c
Anyways! Hi! c:
Anyways! Hi! c:
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