07-22-2009, 08:31 PM
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I was hoping to have a thread with you! Lannen is a sour puss :x
The white coated male stopped when a fresh, unfamilar scent reached him. He breathed in deeply and narrowed his eyes in annoyance. He had thought that he would be alone in these hills, with the clouds hanging low, casting unfriendly shadows on the ground. Lannen did not personally find this place foreboding, but he did not think that it looked particularly inviting either.
Lannen was naturally a social creature and usually thrived in the company of others, but in the long stretch of months he had become increasily isolated. The more distance that stretched between himself and others, the less he felt like himself. Seeking solitude and lashing out went against his inherent character, but the strong presence of frustration and agitation that had hovered over him for what seemed like a lifetime was almost too much to bear.
The Itse turned to encounter the source of the foreign scent, what appeared to be an unattached male. From a simple cursory glance, Lannen could ascertain that this stranger was of a happier sort and glad to see him. Lannen wasn't certain he could return the sentiment. His last encounter with a stranger, a woman named Asha Amara within his own tribe, had left a bad taste in his mouth. "Hey, dude," the Itse said unenthusiastically. "Name's Lannen."
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The white coated male stopped when a fresh, unfamilar scent reached him. He breathed in deeply and narrowed his eyes in annoyance. He had thought that he would be alone in these hills, with the clouds hanging low, casting unfriendly shadows on the ground. Lannen did not personally find this place foreboding, but he did not think that it looked particularly inviting either.
Lannen was naturally a social creature and usually thrived in the company of others, but in the long stretch of months he had become increasily isolated. The more distance that stretched between himself and others, the less he felt like himself. Seeking solitude and lashing out went against his inherent character, but the strong presence of frustration and agitation that had hovered over him for what seemed like a lifetime was almost too much to bear.
The Itse turned to encounter the source of the foreign scent, what appeared to be an unattached male. From a simple cursory glance, Lannen could ascertain that this stranger was of a happier sort and glad to see him. Lannen wasn't certain he could return the sentiment. His last encounter with a stranger, a woman named Asha Amara within his own tribe, had left a bad taste in his mouth. "Hey, dude," the Itse said unenthusiastically. "Name's Lannen."