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Feet hitting the ground with ease and silence, a teal eye simply scanning the area of Halifax. This male, who wasn't the largest in the world, his name was Fallen. His whole family was pretty large, Chain was huge, yet, Fallen could still defeat the younger male. Sila was a little shorter then him, along with his mother, but his father was big too. He must have inherited his mothers height and speed. He walked with grace and completely silence, the only sound you could hear was his gentle breathing. He only had one eye that scanned the horizon and town, the other was covered with bangs and gone. He had lost it in a good fight, but he was horrified by the scar. Pups squealed when the saw him, elders saw him as a demon who would eat them. Of course, he wasn't going to steal the pups, nor would he eat the elders. He wasn't a bad guy, just a slight bit antisocial, grumpy, and often is a bit disagreeable. He sighed to himself, but instead of slightly pitying himself, he sat down onto the broken ground, and started to grow through his bag. The ground was cold, and it made his bottom throb slightly, and he brought out all the jars from his bag. Many were pretty full, except two. One, which held Echinacea, which helped sore throats. That was mostly gone, due to Fallen having a sore throat for a week. And the other was Catnip, a cat's drug. It helped anxiety problems. He knew of a patch of catnip was, safe from the cold, in one of the many empty buildings. He stood up, and carried the catnip jar in his left hand, as he slung the green army bag over his right shoulder, as he broke into a swift run.
He soon approached the shop, broken down, vines growing on the sides. He believed it had once been a shop of some sort, where you bought things you could eat.... Market! That was it! Every once and awhile, he would find food and herbs sometimes. He went through the broken door, and found the fine patch in the one of the many corners of the market. He trotted over, and went down on one knee. He grabbed a few of the delicious stalks, and opened the jar. He stuck the fine stalks into the jar, and sniffed it before he dropped the stalks. The others were good conditions. None were rotting. He finally he dropped the stalks into the jar. He then put the stalks into the jar, and then dropped the jar easily into the bag. He reached in again, and grabbed echinacea jar. He sniffed around the market, searching for the spicy scent of the herb. He detected it faintly, and it mixed slightly with the scent of the ocean. He lifted the bag, and slung it over a shoulder quickly, before trotting out of the market. He followed the scent, which was very much mixed with the ocean, which showed that it was close to the ocean. He trotted down to the beach, and lifted his long snout into the air, and sniffed. It was strong now. He moved his head, until he found the scent coming from his left side. He turned to the left, and then detected the scent from a rock. He lifted it up, crouching on one knee. He smiled, something rare for the antisocial male, as he picked up the plant, took the leaves and roots. He then slipped the herb parts into the jar, and nodded with slightly victory. He soon froze through, as another scent floated upon his nose. A wolf. Luperci. Female. He rose from his one kneed position, and saw a pretty female standing, looking upon the ocean. He was wearing his normal, tan cargo pants, a button down shirt, although, only five out of ten were buttoned. He had a slightly beaten up fedora on his head, and a feathered necklace around his neck. He blinked his teal eyes, as the feather that was attached to his ear moved slightly in the ocean breeze. He tilted his head in slight interested, as he voiced, "Uh... Hello, Miss. I am Fallen. Nice to meet you." He kept the sentence short and sweet, as he nodded in acknowledgement. He was calm, and didn't show any sigh of aggression nor submission. He blinked silently, making sure the bangs were over one of his eyes. He tilted the fedora over his bang slightly too. He shifted his hands into his pockets, his eye locked on her, looking for signs of aggression.
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table by Silver! OOC: Hey there! 
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Feet hitting the ground with ease and silence, a teal eye simply scanning the area of Halifax. This male, who wasn't the largest in the world, his name was Fallen. His whole family was pretty large, Chain was huge, yet, Fallen could still defeat the younger male. Sila was a little shorter then him, along with his mother, but his father was big too. He must have inherited his mothers height and speed. He walked with grace and completely silence, the only sound you could hear was his gentle breathing. He only had one eye that scanned the horizon and town, the other was covered with bangs and gone. He had lost it in a good fight, but he was horrified by the scar. Pups squealed when the saw him, elders saw him as a demon who would eat them. Of course, he wasn't going to steal the pups, nor would he eat the elders. He wasn't a bad guy, just a slight bit antisocial, grumpy, and often is a bit disagreeable. He sighed to himself, but instead of slightly pitying himself, he sat down onto the broken ground, and started to grow through his bag. The ground was cold, and it made his bottom throb slightly, and he brought out all the jars from his bag. Many were pretty full, except two. One, which held Echinacea, which helped sore throats. That was mostly gone, due to Fallen having a sore throat for a week. And the other was Catnip, a cat's drug. It helped anxiety problems. He knew of a patch of catnip was, safe from the cold, in one of the many empty buildings. He stood up, and carried the catnip jar in his left hand, as he slung the green army bag over his right shoulder, as he broke into a swift run.
He soon approached the shop, broken down, vines growing on the sides. He believed it had once been a shop of some sort, where you bought things you could eat.... Market! That was it! Every once and awhile, he would find food and herbs sometimes. He went through the broken door, and found the fine patch in the one of the many corners of the market. He trotted over, and went down on one knee. He grabbed a few of the delicious stalks, and opened the jar. He stuck the fine stalks into the jar, and sniffed it before he dropped the stalks. The others were good conditions. None were rotting. He finally he dropped the stalks into the jar. He then put the stalks into the jar, and then dropped the jar easily into the bag. He reached in again, and grabbed echinacea jar. He sniffed around the market, searching for the spicy scent of the herb. He detected it faintly, and it mixed slightly with the scent of the ocean. He lifted the bag, and slung it over a shoulder quickly, before trotting out of the market. He followed the scent, which was very much mixed with the ocean, which showed that it was close to the ocean. He trotted down to the beach, and lifted his long snout into the air, and sniffed. It was strong now. He moved his head, until he found the scent coming from his left side. He turned to the left, and then detected the scent from a rock. He lifted it up, crouching on one knee. He smiled, something rare for the antisocial male, as he picked up the plant, took the leaves and roots. He then slipped the herb parts into the jar, and nodded with slightly victory. He soon froze through, as another scent floated upon his nose. A wolf. Luperci. Female. He rose from his one kneed position, and saw a pretty female standing, looking upon the ocean. He was wearing his normal, tan cargo pants, a button down shirt, although, only five out of ten were buttoned. He had a slightly beaten up fedora on his head, and a feathered necklace around his neck. He blinked his teal eyes, as the feather that was attached to his ear moved slightly in the ocean breeze. He tilted his head in slight interested, as he voiced, "Uh... Hello, Miss. I am Fallen. Nice to meet you." He kept the sentence short and sweet, as he nodded in acknowledgement. He was calm, and didn't show any sigh of aggression nor submission. He blinked silently, making sure the bangs were over one of his eyes. He tilted the fedora over his bang slightly too. He shifted his hands into his pockets, his eye locked on her, looking for signs of aggression.
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