immortal technique

Kansas Sadira · 06-20-2011, 01:51 AM

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The water cooled his entire body, renewing his strength. He loved the feel of a long drink after a run on a hot summer day like this; the last time he experienced it had to have been during the summer of last year. It was strange that so much time had passed since he had enjoyed such a simple pleasure, but as he lifted his crown from the stream, water dripping from his muzzle, he felt encouraged. At least today he had taken some initiative. Perhaps it was the beginning of a change, as if he had sunk to the bottom, and there was nowhere else to go but up. He felt an urge to turn back and find one of his kids to take along with him, or hell, all of them, and they would romp through the forest like they had once upon a time. But in his mental absence he had created a distance that could only be closed slowly, and he feared that they would not take well to a sudden invitation. He was deeply paranoid, of his own doing, but regardless, the cream-tinted wolf did not turn back.

Instead, he continued his slow walk along the borders, his senses alert on the off chance that someone strange would happen upon his homeland. To his utter bewilderment, that was exactly what occured, for he was approached by a rather striking individual, a small, rust-colored werewolf with beads and feathers woven artfully into his mane. Kansas immediately thought of AniWaya, the tribal pack into which he had just recently ventured with Silvano. The memory of that day brought warmth into his heart, and he faced the stranger with a smile that was part greeting, and part internal nostalgia.

H-hey, he spoke, his tail beginning to wave slowly at his heels. The stranger was respectful, fortunately, posing no threat. Kansas was still slightly surprised, and therefore did not return the formality - in fact, in his current state of mind he found the other's greeting humorous, unable to recall ever being referred to as simply "wolf." He had not encountered a stranger in a long while, either, which complimented his awkward demeanor nicely. Yeah, you're correct. This, eh, is Crimson Dreams. He was happy to introduce an explorer to the home he so adored. I'm Kansas Sadira, Praefectus. Er... You want to look around?

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