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Quartz Shoreline; Open to anyone; just don’t kill me; Des too pwetty for that D: 567 His pace was sturdy, his mind was clear, but other than that, he was nowhere knowing where he was. He had just been out for a little walk that suddenly had become more than that, it was like being on an expedition, exploring unknown territory, at least it was for him. Everything around him was still new, he had so much to get used to, the smells, the sounds, not to mention; the wolves and creatures he shared these lands with. Maybe he had kept a little bit too much to himself, he had not socialized with too many wolves yet, and had only met one outside his pack; Skoll. Not that he really knew anyone in his pack either, but after straying around alone for over two years, he was probably not the best of chatting companions. He at least thought so. The dark male with the bluish aura looked around himself, just a few minutes ago he had been surrounded with these large and strange buildings. Des had seen houses and buildings before, and had quite and ok grip on what they were, but they still made him awe sometimes. How could creatures with such resources, technology and intelligence just get wiped of the face of the earth, leaving behind only shells of their history to be interpreted? He wondered if they too, the wolves, once only would be a faded memory for some creature to understand…or maybe they would be completely forgotten. He had moved over the plains and was now attracted by they salty scent of the sea. It had been a long time since he last had visited it. His pack, Dahlia de Mai, bordered to the sea, but he hadn’t cared to explore his pack land yet, he wasn’t that bored. Desaevio felt too secluded by the borders, he didn’t like to feel like he was locked to a place, he was too spirited a soul for that. And he still longed for his old land, and being in a pack only reminded him of what he already had had, and what he had lost. One day, the grey one would pay. The grass turned suddenly into sand, walking got harder, and even though he was getting salty water in his pelt, making it all fluffy and wet, and even though little corns of sands was sticking to it, the wind felt nice and the fresh air filled him with new energy. He could be himself here, he didn’t have to think about how he looked…well, not that much about how he looked then. He ran over the banks and sat down in the sand focusing on the horizon, he closed his eyes and let his head drop to his chest. The males back started to elongate and curve, his neck made a cracking sound as it was moved into place. His snout shortened, all his features started to stretch out as he shifted. His pawns grew out into hands, legs and feet. His cheekbones formed his face into masculine perfection, and a thick black and blue mane grew back long from the top of his head and downwards. Though he was more comfortable in wolf form, he looked much damn better in luperci. Wild like the waves on the ocean, black and threatening like the clouds brewing in the horizon, yet comfortable like the sand. |