06-26-2011, 05:14 PM
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WC:300+
OOC:Yay hunts
Oh border patrols, the death of all great wolves. No canine on this planet could possibly enjoy walking along the scented lines, Jazper was sure of this. At three years of age he was certain that he would be doing the same rounds along the Crimson Dreams line, as he had when he was a year, until he was old and hardly able to go around once. The forest was quiet, only the subtle sounds of the odd bird song and the movement of branches. Large bear like paws were placed on after the other, as gently as such a large male could. He had been born a lucky wolf, never had he worried much about challengers because of his intimidating appearance and yet he had never been short of friends because of his friendly personality.
Movement caught his attention as the manor came into view, a sight for his sore eyes. A gentle smile graced his muzzle as he started to trot following at a distance behind the petite wolfess. He had heard a call from the direction of the orchard but had ignored it, knowing that the owner was a stranger to him but perhaps Ghita could introduce them. On a hill he could see three males, none of which he knew. Certainly they couldn’t all be new members of the pack, had he really been spending that much time alone? Once on top of the hill he took his spot beside Ghita, dwarfing her in his Halfling form.
Sitting the Knight rolled his shoulders back, showing off his broad chest unconsciously as a show of dominance among the males. Although his tail lay flat and his face was friendly he didn’t even notice his instinctive action. It didn’t take long for him to notice the large moose wandering below through the orchard and his eyes lit up. It was the perfect target between the other males, Ghita’s quick feet and his mass the moose would easily feed the enter pack three times over.
Talk.
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WC:300+
OOC:Yay hunts
Oh border patrols, the death of all great wolves. No canine on this planet could possibly enjoy walking along the scented lines, Jazper was sure of this. At three years of age he was certain that he would be doing the same rounds along the Crimson Dreams line, as he had when he was a year, until he was old and hardly able to go around once. The forest was quiet, only the subtle sounds of the odd bird song and the movement of branches. Large bear like paws were placed on after the other, as gently as such a large male could. He had been born a lucky wolf, never had he worried much about challengers because of his intimidating appearance and yet he had never been short of friends because of his friendly personality.
Movement caught his attention as the manor came into view, a sight for his sore eyes. A gentle smile graced his muzzle as he started to trot following at a distance behind the petite wolfess. He had heard a call from the direction of the orchard but had ignored it, knowing that the owner was a stranger to him but perhaps Ghita could introduce them. On a hill he could see three males, none of which he knew. Certainly they couldn’t all be new members of the pack, had he really been spending that much time alone? Once on top of the hill he took his spot beside Ghita, dwarfing her in his Halfling form.
Sitting the Knight rolled his shoulders back, showing off his broad chest unconsciously as a show of dominance among the males. Although his tail lay flat and his face was friendly he didn’t even notice his instinctive action. It didn’t take long for him to notice the large moose wandering below through the orchard and his eyes lit up. It was the perfect target between the other males, Ghita’s quick feet and his mass the moose would easily feed the enter pack three times over.
Talk.
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