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- Iliya Rurik Russo - 04-25-2011 [html] FEEL FREE TO MAKE MY LIFE EXCITING Tonight Iliya had wandered off successfully from Adrian, slipping out of his protective arms to gaze out at the stars. The sky was active tonight; it treated the young astrologer to many shooting stars that flew across the sky brilliantly, making the boy's eyes light up with excitement. He could see the stars clearly. There wasn't a cloud to be seen in the sky. There was a light, pleasant breeze. Iliya closed his eyes for a few seconds, a smile apparent on his lips. He was as happy as could be. This was home. Where Adrian was. Where the sky was so clear. Where the land was beautiful, and the pack was flourishing.
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OOC: I can't remember if they've met or not ^^; Shawchert was having nightmares again, of the scenes of the two puppies, one of them being his own, the other being Valinta’s newly adopted orphan. Of Argul, and what he could have done to Orin more than just murder their son in front of her. Even after burning his head, Shaw was stll plauged by memories, but the horrors that had been in Cercatori, the nicest pack in the whole of ‘souls area. He had to get out. Leaving his lonely bed, he looked at the normally occupied space, wondering where his mate could be. It hadn’t even been a month yet, but it felt like ages since he had seen her. He left the empty house at a stoop, for he was still and always would be, much too tall for his house. He found himself out in the woods, listening to the sounds of the night, the cool ground welcoming him as he shuffled through the dead leaves of the forest floor. His ears twitched at a sound that wasn’t normally made at night, something that was slightly out of place. Moving to that sound, he found himself near a clearing, and in that clearing was a young boy. Shawchert viewed him for a while, but knew now that he knew he was here he would not leave him alone, not with everything as it was. He knew it was safe now, but he didn’t know if anything else would try to get their ugly claws on the young ones. Moving into view the large male wore a small smile. He didn’t want to scare him away, because he didn’t want to chase after him. “I take it you couldn’t sleep?” He asked, taking in the scene before him, if he had done it right, he wouldn’t have scared the boy at all, but being as it was dark it was rather hard not to scare someone. .shawrain b {font-weight:bold; color:#b1f4ff; letter-spacing:.5px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #3b566b; } .shawrain .ooc{font-style:italic; padding: 10px 15px 5px 15px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;color:#4c5658;text-align:center;text-shadow:none;} .shawrain p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 15px 10px 15px; margin:0px;} .shawrain .divider {width:360px; border-bottom:1px solid #a1c5f1; margin:0 auto 3px auto;opacity:0.4;filter:alpha(opacity=40);} .shawrain {margin:0 auto; width:390px; background-color:#000; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ ... tsee-1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #052d61; padding: 350px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#a1c5f1; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #182835;} </style> [/html] - Iliya Rurik Russo - 05-02-2011 [html] Nope Iliya was one lucky puppy for his nightly wanderlust taking him away from Adrian happened after all that had went down within the pack. After that guy was gone. He could've very easily been on that list of murdered Cercatori wolves, along with others. His young mind was on happier things. Iliya was young and naive, and would possibly stay like that for the rest of his days. Before he knew it he had company, and quickly turned around to look at his alpha. He didn't know this male and had no idea that he was one of the co-founders and leaders of the pack. Not that it mattered to the youngster. All he thought at first was 'new friend!'.
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