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• Denahli Spectre a.k.a. Spectre
• March 6, 2004
• Luperci
• hady.fang@hotmail.com">shady.fang@hotmail.com
• MSN — same as email
Tall, lean frame flexed strongly at a leisurely pace as the tired-looking male walked smoothly through a frozen field. All four of his paws (as he was in Lupus form) crunched against the icy ground; thought as his light eyes scanned the ground for his own feet, he found that he could not locate them. Coming with the chilling breeze blowing his direction, a thick mist rolled along the ground, marked as visible clouds of the Ice Queen's breath. Giving up on his futile search, his gaze turned directly ahead again; searching for nothing, and everything all at one time.
Suddenly he stopped, and his nose twitched in a sensitive manner. He lowered his tawny muzzle into the rolling mist, and carefully scented the ground before him. It was clearly marked, which meant a pack lay within its boundaries. He immediately became curious, and willed himself to waltz right on in; but he was also far from stupid, so stood there with a vague look of interest upon his strong facade.
Though without dwelling too much on what lay behind the scent markers, the thin male decided to simply walk the borders. He gave himself a furious shake, the studded collar that hung loosely around his neck jingled like holiday bells. He sighed, letting his heavy-set paws lead him forth in an outside patrol of the borders. Hell, maybe he'd run into someone... though somehow he doubted it. Or not so much doubted it, as he dreaded it. Sociality wasn't something regularly associated with rugged male.
• March 6, 2004
• Luperci
• hady.fang@hotmail.com">shady.fang@hotmail.com
• MSN — same as email
Tall, lean frame flexed strongly at a leisurely pace as the tired-looking male walked smoothly through a frozen field. All four of his paws (as he was in Lupus form) crunched against the icy ground; thought as his light eyes scanned the ground for his own feet, he found that he could not locate them. Coming with the chilling breeze blowing his direction, a thick mist rolled along the ground, marked as visible clouds of the Ice Queen's breath. Giving up on his futile search, his gaze turned directly ahead again; searching for nothing, and everything all at one time.
Suddenly he stopped, and his nose twitched in a sensitive manner. He lowered his tawny muzzle into the rolling mist, and carefully scented the ground before him. It was clearly marked, which meant a pack lay within its boundaries. He immediately became curious, and willed himself to waltz right on in; but he was also far from stupid, so stood there with a vague look of interest upon his strong facade.
Though without dwelling too much on what lay behind the scent markers, the thin male decided to simply walk the borders. He gave himself a furious shake, the studded collar that hung loosely around his neck jingled like holiday bells. He sighed, letting his heavy-set paws lead him forth in an outside patrol of the borders. Hell, maybe he'd run into someone... though somehow he doubted it. Or not so much doubted it, as he dreaded it. Sociality wasn't something regularly associated with rugged male.
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