i go where the s[p]irits carry me
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for X'yrin :3 optime form. sorry for crappyness Tongue

This valley was so familiar. The white wolf, whom had returned from his absence so he could search for his lost mate, wandered through the thin trees of this familiar forest. He had no luck. He had no leads or traces. He had lost her. Yet, he hoped not forever. Maybe she will return. Maybe his children will return too. Thats all he had hoped for.

The journey had changed what the white wolf used to be, appearance and emotional wise. He had become noticeably older and wiser. Pendzez maintains his physical average to defined body stature, yet he has a few gray bits around his eyes. He also maintains his calm gentleman and way of the samurai demeanor.

Wearing a dark gray cowl with a stitiched dark gray robes, holding a long staff like stick with metal rings on the top, clanging together emitting an echoing ringing like a wind chime. His masamune strapped to his hip, he wondered over the rocks and grass and fallen leaves, returning to the land that he had called home a long time ago.


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