resuscitation, in sedation.

Spyridon Russo · 09-04-2010, 01:53 PM

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He sounds fun xD

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It was odd. The stare wasn’t angry, but rather skeptical. A wolf still stood rather far away, but his travels had trained Spyridon to be aware of everything. While the crashing of the waves on the shore drowned out a large portion of his senses, the sable man found it easy to notice the other wolf. What he should do, the male didn’t know. Should he continue, walk away, or approach the prominent stranger?

Head still remaining near the accumulation, he decided to ignore the other male until he got near. It was gullible to think the peculiar wolf had not seen him, for he settled his icy gaze directly in the Russian’s direction. Spyridon wandered closer to the water though his fur bristled with the air he found distasteful. He had also noticed something else. The piles of ash weren’t just imitating along the shore, the scene of destruction was everywhere along the territory. Although months of rain had washed away the scent of fire, Spyridon could almost taste the distinct smoke of burning drift wood.

Burrowing his paws in the soggy sand recapitulated by the waves, he could see sharp rocks sticking out of the water a little ways off shore. Already his legs were dull and dank from the salty ocean water, so swimming was not an option. Out of the corner of his eye, the large Russian could sense the male was still there.

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