Colors of the Wind

Songan Ohiteka Amara · 06-17-2011, 04:19 PM

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Date: 17 June

Setting: Cour des Miracles Borders

Time: Morning

Character Form: Optime

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Songan’s dreams were happy ones and usually gave him a good night’s rest so that he was ready to face the day the next morning. He gave a small yawn as he stretched out his limbs and sat up on his bed of pelts. He was sure ready for today. His golden eyes moved over to the bow he was currently working on. Most of the carving was now done and all he would have to do is add on the little details with his knife before he would be able to start painting it and add on the accessories. He was sure he would be completely done with it soon and would be able to give it to its new owner. He arms reached over as he grabbed the bow and took out his knife. The rust wolf began to add on the feathers of the bird on the top of the bow before sharpening the bottom part of the bow so that it was like the top part. He smiled as he was sure he was now done with all the carving. The rust wolf grabbed his bag of accessories and began to head out of his home. He could feel the sun shining and the breeze through his hair. He moved over to Rain and went up onto her back. He turned her towards the borders and headed out of the tribe.

The red wolf came to the place where he had met Mars and looked along the river for the shallow area where he could cross and take a look around the other side. He slid off the horse so that he would be able to find the shallow area better. He carefully made his way down the side of the bank and into the water. It wasn’t too deep where he was standing and told his equine companion to follow him. They would both soon make it to the other side and he was back up on Rain’s back. He turned her towards the east side of the area. Perhaps he would be able to find another peaceful place to work, and where he would be able to meet other wolves in the area. He continued along until he was a bit of a distance away from the river. He adjusted the bag he was carrying to his other shoulder and then the bow to his other hand.

Songan paused as he came to a part of the woods that seemed to carry a different scent. He slid off the back of his horse and then sniffed the area. It was a very different scent compared to the one of the tribe. He was sure that this was the home of another pack. The male took out his knife and made a small marking in the tree so he knew where the scent started. He dared not to enter the pack lands and upset the members there. He looked for a nice patch of grass to sit on before setting his bag down and getting his brushes out. He was ready to begin painting.

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