09-08-2012, 10:00 AM
ooc: Your posts are way better than mine! I think you know this but Edgar will meet Hotaru and Shawchert soon.
The Brittany walked through the woods, examining how perfectly the light shone through the crisp green leaves up above; he could find beauty in almost anything. There were some new drawings in his notebook, one of them was an accurate portrayal of the grumpy coyote he had met last night approaching him and another were the mysterious dark eyes of a collie named Jordyn. He had never found out his name, the coyote's, since he didn't know how to spell it. It was interesting thinking about all of the lone luperci that wandered around these woods and how all of their stories were so different from one another. Edgar wondered who he would meet today. He stopped wondering when he saw a lone wolf with a brown and black coat lying against a tree. The artist approached him, his goose noisily waddling behind, and curiousity in his eyes. Edgar stood near the luperci, not sure if he should leave him alone or stay and greet him. There appeared to be a watchful little feline curled up in his lap; it's eyes on the goose mainly. Edgar's pet was the first one to greet the pair, she waddled up to the cat and extended her neck to examine it; she was a very intelligent bird.
The Brittany walked through the woods, examining how perfectly the light shone through the crisp green leaves up above; he could find beauty in almost anything. There were some new drawings in his notebook, one of them was an accurate portrayal of the grumpy coyote he had met last night approaching him and another were the mysterious dark eyes of a collie named Jordyn. He had never found out his name, the coyote's, since he didn't know how to spell it. It was interesting thinking about all of the lone luperci that wandered around these woods and how all of their stories were so different from one another. Edgar wondered who he would meet today. He stopped wondering when he saw a lone wolf with a brown and black coat lying against a tree. The artist approached him, his goose noisily waddling behind, and curiousity in his eyes. Edgar stood near the luperci, not sure if he should leave him alone or stay and greet him. There appeared to be a watchful little feline curled up in his lap; it's eyes on the goose mainly. Edgar's pet was the first one to greet the pair, she waddled up to the cat and extended her neck to examine it; she was a very intelligent bird.