10-10-2010, 09:25 PM
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OOC: Sorry. @.@ And no, I don't mind if you join. Is that better on the bottom?
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He grunted as he saw dirt fly from the ground, his paw leaving a shallow indent on the earth. He hated being clumsy, tripping over himself and sprawling out, looking so ungraceful. He was too young to understand the concept of grace, but he knew that he felt stupid when his paws sent him headfirst onto the ground. Kam heaved a sigh, slumping forward in a slow lope, stopping at the voice of a stranger.
He turned and frowned at the older wolf, gray with a ridge of black fur along his head and feathers sticking out of it. The pup had never seen him before, and the anxiety that had been present on meeting Vigilante returned as he faced this unknown wolf.
'Fine,' he replied, his voice tense. Warily, he stepped towards the male, sniffing at the air between them before sitting down carefully. 'Toes hurt.' It wasn't really a response so much as a basic statement, but it made him curl the toes on each oversized paw and grimaced. He didn't realize until that moment that his toes hurt after he tripped, or after walking along the Shattered Coast. As the flexed them, the joints popped a little.
His muzzle wrinkled at the sound, prompting him to stop and shake his head, turning his attention back to the stranger. Cautiously, he trotted over, still sniffing at the air. 'Hi.'
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234 words.
He grunted as he saw dirt fly from the ground, his paw leaving a shallow indent on the earth. He hated being clumsy, tripping over himself and sprawling out, looking so ungraceful. He was too young to understand the concept of grace, but he knew that he felt stupid when his paws sent him headfirst onto the ground. Kam heaved a sigh, slumping forward in a slow lope, stopping at the voice of a stranger.
He turned and frowned at the older wolf, gray with a ridge of black fur along his head and feathers sticking out of it. The pup had never seen him before, and the anxiety that had been present on meeting Vigilante returned as he faced this unknown wolf.
'Fine,' he replied, his voice tense. Warily, he stepped towards the male, sniffing at the air between them before sitting down carefully. 'Toes hurt.' It wasn't really a response so much as a basic statement, but it made him curl the toes on each oversized paw and grimaced. He didn't realize until that moment that his toes hurt after he tripped, or after walking along the Shattered Coast. As the flexed them, the joints popped a little.
His muzzle wrinkled at the sound, prompting him to stop and shake his head, turning his attention back to the stranger. Cautiously, he trotted over, still sniffing at the air. 'Hi.'
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