06-29-2008, 01:26 AM
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There we go. It's short here, but we can make them longer if you'd like.
The gray and white wolf walked calmly toward the scent of saltwater, the Atlantic ocean calling to him as something new and magnificent. His journey had taken him to the furthest reaches of the continent, and for that a part of him was thankful. He had seen many things during this prolonged endeavor, gained and lost many things during this year-long quest. Now that it was almost completed, he felt a strange quality hanging like a haze about his thoughts...perhaps a certain indecision as to how he should feel. He felt a certain peace, and he couldn't decide if it was his mind resting prematurely, or if it was the calm before the storm of his journey's final chapter.
The werewolf's two padded feet walked nimbly between the rocks of the Shattered Coast territory, a detour in his route to determine the land's layout. The scent was compelling, and he wanted to see the ocean one more time, just in case something were to happen in these final days of his mission. He regretted that his teacher Varn had not been able to see the ocean. It was a sight that the older wolf's eyes would have surely loved to see, he was sure. He stared into the surf, as it came and went hypnotically...he was swept up in it, almost in a trance, though he kept the presence of mind to be wary in this strange land, his honed senses always alert in case of any unexpected turn of events.
There we go. It's short here, but we can make them longer if you'd like.
The gray and white wolf walked calmly toward the scent of saltwater, the Atlantic ocean calling to him as something new and magnificent. His journey had taken him to the furthest reaches of the continent, and for that a part of him was thankful. He had seen many things during this prolonged endeavor, gained and lost many things during this year-long quest. Now that it was almost completed, he felt a strange quality hanging like a haze about his thoughts...perhaps a certain indecision as to how he should feel. He felt a certain peace, and he couldn't decide if it was his mind resting prematurely, or if it was the calm before the storm of his journey's final chapter.
The werewolf's two padded feet walked nimbly between the rocks of the Shattered Coast territory, a detour in his route to determine the land's layout. The scent was compelling, and he wanted to see the ocean one more time, just in case something were to happen in these final days of his mission. He regretted that his teacher Varn had not been able to see the ocean. It was a sight that the older wolf's eyes would have surely loved to see, he was sure. He stared into the surf, as it came and went hypnotically...he was swept up in it, almost in a trance, though he kept the presence of mind to be wary in this strange land, his honed senses always alert in case of any unexpected turn of events.