02-05-2008, 12:26 AM
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*fails at life!* D;
It was ironic, really; the power that people assumed the alpha had when really, the title only belonged to the chained slave who would answer the stranger's call. No one else in the land would care to turn their head -- it isn't their business, after all; the affairs of their pack were not theirs to meddle with unless they stood to directly affect them. But regardless, today, the call had his name attached to it, very specific. And he thought the voice was a little familiar, maybe a ghost from the narrower pieces of his past, those times when he met someone for brief moments before they both moved on. By now, he would freely admit that he really had no idea who most of them were and just didn't care anymore.
The femme was shifted and fully dressed and so he strode forward, perfectly naked, towards her. It was one of the things that Laruku hadn't bothered to understand about those among them that had taken so much to the human ways. Tools and books he had indulged in himself, but clothing he found to be a hassle and ultimately useless. He didn't need them to protect him from the weather and was still too practical to care at all about fashion. The tawny hybrid with too many scars came to a stop several yards from the wolfess and narrowed his tired eyes at her.
Perhaps she would be offended at his apparent forgetfulness, but that wasn't really his problem. A thousand years had passed since he had seen this woman, if he ever had at all. He had been younger then, fuller then, without as many scars marring his face, chest, arms, and throat; the only thing he doubted had changed was the fact that he was probably just as stupid. Always just as stupid.
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*fails at life!* D;
It was ironic, really; the power that people assumed the alpha had when really, the title only belonged to the chained slave who would answer the stranger's call. No one else in the land would care to turn their head -- it isn't their business, after all; the affairs of their pack were not theirs to meddle with unless they stood to directly affect them. But regardless, today, the call had his name attached to it, very specific. And he thought the voice was a little familiar, maybe a ghost from the narrower pieces of his past, those times when he met someone for brief moments before they both moved on. By now, he would freely admit that he really had no idea who most of them were and just didn't care anymore.
The femme was shifted and fully dressed and so he strode forward, perfectly naked, towards her. It was one of the things that Laruku hadn't bothered to understand about those among them that had taken so much to the human ways. Tools and books he had indulged in himself, but clothing he found to be a hassle and ultimately useless. He didn't need them to protect him from the weather and was still too practical to care at all about fashion. The tawny hybrid with too many scars came to a stop several yards from the wolfess and narrowed his tired eyes at her.
Do I know you?
Perhaps she would be offended at his apparent forgetfulness, but that wasn't really his problem. A thousand years had passed since he had seen this woman, if he ever had at all. He had been younger then, fuller then, without as many scars marring his face, chest, arms, and throat; the only thing he doubted had changed was the fact that he was probably just as stupid. Always just as stupid.