So Far, So Good

Shawchert Menue · 12-14-2010, 04:19 PM

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OOC: Welcome!! Your character is so interesting can’t wait to see how things unfold :3 I’ll get this thread moving along so you can start posting more <3

Shawchert was actually doing something other than his norm, in fact all he really was doing was reading, something he rarely did, but Orin had caught his attention to it after their stinky excursion into an old store full of books, and skink odor, but her enthusiasm for the books… well it was contagious, and he’d borrowed one of the few informational books on wolves, it was amazing how accurate humans had been about how they’d lived… though now it was much different from back then, unless you went and found a traditional pack, but that was rare these days. Upon turning a page of the book that had information on how the pack socialized a howl seeped through the wood of his home. His ears perked, it was basically asking for authority, he set the book down, not willing to go outside, but he would just to ease his curiousity though He knew Skye was normally pretty quick on getting others who were near the borders. He wore nothing but the fur on his body, though the way things were going he should start wearing something warmer… He pulled his door open and moved out into the cold air. His walk wasn’t far as he had built his house near what he’d thought was the middle of the forested part of his packlands, but he had always been wrong before. He moved closer to where the first of the pack had put their own marks to show the borders of the packlands, and it was spreading, as he’d carved a few other trees but they were not as intricately carved as the massive tree that they had the first day they’d lay claims to the area, and there stood … it looked like a coyote, He was in no way disappointed that it was a Coyote. Bangle was part, and he had a friend who was as well, though he had trouble with at least one, but this one, was in a submissive posture which made Shaw more sure of himself. He gave the young animal a confident smile.

Hello, my name is Shawchert, you’ve come to my pack; Cercatori D’ Arte, how may I help you?

He asked politely, something that would seem rather strange coming from the eight foot man, he always loved the surprised faces because the males that were all around his size threw their weight around to get themselves across, he was more of a gentle giant, and he didn’t mind showing the lighter side of himself, but right now he was a leader and he would show it, even with the smile on his face.

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