10-20-2008, 05:15 PM
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Leland, after weeks of living in his fully shifter form, was back on four legs. It made traveling go quicker, and he was much more comfortable as a wolf rather than as a were. However, the past few weeks, Leland felt, had been quite productive, meeting many new people, most of whom all preferred to use two legs instead of four. It seemed that other relaxed and opened up easier when approached by a canine that looked similar to one’s self. Perhaps it was only because of the size difference, or perhaps it was because those who always walked on four legs leg a very different life style than those who walked on two. Either way, Leland was growing quite comfortable using both, and so he would change himself to suit the needs of others.
Leland knew who he was set off to see, and he did not want to appear any differently than they had during their last meeting. So far, Leland had yet to meet a soul in these lands that he had seen more than once, which was beginning to both the poor chap. Friendships and family were so important to one’s happiness, Leland had always believed that, and he did not think he could really be happy here unless he made at least some friends. More and more he was thinking of settling here, perhaps in the tribe DaWali had spoken of. More and more Leland thought that the tribe was a good idea, especially after meeting DaWali’s daughter, Asha. Either way, be it the tribe or another place to call home, Leland needed others to keep him grounded.
Arriving at the borders of Dahlia de Mai, leaves crunching underfoot, he wasn’t quite sure why he sought out Slay. The fellow had been pleasant enough, more like himself than anyone else he had met so far, both physically and otherwise. Perhaps he just wanted to be around another that looked as different as Leland himself, though it was clear Slay had wolf in him, while Leland was through and through a dog. At any rate, Leland had arrived and he slid back on his haunches at the edge of the borders, a low, wailful husky hollow ringing out in the mid afternoon air. No one in these lands, as far as he knew, had a call quite like his, so he was sure Slay could guess who was waiting for him.
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Leland, after weeks of living in his fully shifter form, was back on four legs. It made traveling go quicker, and he was much more comfortable as a wolf rather than as a were. However, the past few weeks, Leland felt, had been quite productive, meeting many new people, most of whom all preferred to use two legs instead of four. It seemed that other relaxed and opened up easier when approached by a canine that looked similar to one’s self. Perhaps it was only because of the size difference, or perhaps it was because those who always walked on four legs leg a very different life style than those who walked on two. Either way, Leland was growing quite comfortable using both, and so he would change himself to suit the needs of others.
Leland knew who he was set off to see, and he did not want to appear any differently than they had during their last meeting. So far, Leland had yet to meet a soul in these lands that he had seen more than once, which was beginning to both the poor chap. Friendships and family were so important to one’s happiness, Leland had always believed that, and he did not think he could really be happy here unless he made at least some friends. More and more he was thinking of settling here, perhaps in the tribe DaWali had spoken of. More and more Leland thought that the tribe was a good idea, especially after meeting DaWali’s daughter, Asha. Either way, be it the tribe or another place to call home, Leland needed others to keep him grounded.
Arriving at the borders of Dahlia de Mai, leaves crunching underfoot, he wasn’t quite sure why he sought out Slay. The fellow had been pleasant enough, more like himself than anyone else he had met so far, both physically and otherwise. Perhaps he just wanted to be around another that looked as different as Leland himself, though it was clear Slay had wolf in him, while Leland was through and through a dog. At any rate, Leland had arrived and he slid back on his haunches at the edge of the borders, a low, wailful husky hollow ringing out in the mid afternoon air. No one in these lands, as far as he knew, had a call quite like his, so he was sure Slay could guess who was waiting for him.
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