12-21-2010, 06:23 PM
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OOC: Thank you for accepting me! <3
Days spent wandering had all boiled down to this. Slade was either in the pack, or he wasn’t. He thought he had done a fairly good job of representing himself, save the rambling, though the question of whether or not it was enough still hung in the air. Though he was looking down, he couldn’t help but notice Shawchert’s smile. It was promising enough to make Slade’s own hopes higher.
He couldn’t help but look up at the alpha when the words of acceptance were spoken. Slade’s tail was wagging as he nodded, his amber eyes shining. This was it. He was in. Apart from the tail, he tried to stay calm enough, saying nothing during the tour, though with each new place that he was shown sparked questions in his mind that were burning to be asked, though they would be tossed aside until the next time, if any, that the young coyote visited that area.
At the end, he said a very thankful farewell, and continued on his way. His destination now was to simply wander around the vast land of Ceratori d’Arte and find out what he could. Maybe he could learn how to write a bit so he could get his ideas down on, whatever it was that the Luperci used to write. Either way, Slade’s life was heading in the right direction.
So far, so good, he thought, trotting along towards the rising sun.
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Days spent wandering had all boiled down to this. Slade was either in the pack, or he wasn’t. He thought he had done a fairly good job of representing himself, save the rambling, though the question of whether or not it was enough still hung in the air. Though he was looking down, he couldn’t help but notice Shawchert’s smile. It was promising enough to make Slade’s own hopes higher.
He couldn’t help but look up at the alpha when the words of acceptance were spoken. Slade’s tail was wagging as he nodded, his amber eyes shining. This was it. He was in. Apart from the tail, he tried to stay calm enough, saying nothing during the tour, though with each new place that he was shown sparked questions in his mind that were burning to be asked, though they would be tossed aside until the next time, if any, that the young coyote visited that area.
At the end, he said a very thankful farewell, and continued on his way. His destination now was to simply wander around the vast land of Ceratori d’Arte and find out what he could. Maybe he could learn how to write a bit so he could get his ideas down on, whatever it was that the Luperci used to write. Either way, Slade’s life was heading in the right direction.
So far, so good, he thought, trotting along towards the rising sun.