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- Luka Russo - 01-01-2009 [html] The winter made everything look cold and gray, yet enticing in it's own way. Pale, white skies hung low over the steel-gray ocean, casting a myriad of snowflakes down to the frozen sands. Flame colored eyes blinked back the flakes, finding the snow fascinating for his second winter, having been born in it's cold clutches. He'd almost missed the cold, but traveling around always led to experiencing acceptably unseasonable weather no matter where they went. High in the mountains remained cold and icy all year round, while lower in the valleys toward the south stayed warm and moist even in the clutches of winter. The world was an intriguing, varied place, and this land was no different. The sand beneath his paws was harsh and gritty, buried beneath the dusty touches of snow. A breeze picked up, spiraling snowflakes into the wolf's eyes and nose and stirring up whirlwinds of white that twisted and danced all around him. He sought shelter in a low cave, shaking the snow from his thick, wintry coat and mane that was suited from his father's blood for harsh environments. Crouching down, he watched the snow falling, barely able to see the near ocean any longer through the flakes--waiting until he felt like traveling again.[/html] - Bane Kiles - 01-01-2009 [html]
- Luka Russo - 01-04-2009 [html] [ooc: the waste. (:] The scent of coyotes drifted to the wolf on the frozen air whenever the wind's direction changed. He was near a coyote clan, that much was obvious, but as he was not trespassing on claimed lands he saw nothing to worry about as of the moment. He knew of the hostility quite often observed between the breeds from his own experience and from his father, when he remarked on how he received some of his scars. And when he reminisced on how his birth pack had been chased from their territory, despite a former promise between the neighbors. But all species bore a few possessed with blind malice, and he himself bore no ill-will toward the smaller canines and saw no particular reason to. It was survival of the fittest, no matter your blood, wolf or coyote. Gaze shifted as on a snow-laden breeze another's presence was drawn to the creature. A dark shape moved in the snow, approaching the cave where the pale wolf lurked. Ears lifted, eyes turning on the creature to see whether he came in a hostile or friendly manner, taking in his body language with each step. He seemed calm enough, not coming with fangs bared and hair bristling, demanding the lurker leave his cave. The cave didn't smell as thought it had been claimed or even set foot in for a very long time, but strangers could be mad as any, with irrational thoughts and behaviors. "'Ello," Luka returned the other's greeting, english tinged with his collected accents. He shifted, moving closer to the wall of the cave leaving room in the center. "Zhere eez room, eef you seek shelter from zee snow," he said, continuing to eye the dark wolf. Always, he was wary of strangers, but the yearling could still at least pretend to be friendly. Wolves were social beasts, and it was in the pack and in their numbers that their breed found strength and easier survival.[/html] - Bane Kiles - 01-05-2009 [html]
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