10-26-2008, 12:59 AM
Out of character: Lucifer first please. Then like the rumble begin.
In character:
It felt like months since he had curled up with his brothers and sisters in the snowy Mountains. In all probability it had. His return had been nothing like he had imagined. Instead of family and friends he found devastation and desertion. For the better part of five days and six nights, the massive grey male had worked through the old faded and distorted sents. By and by they had let them to the strange lands. Two were friends that he knew and trusted was surprised to find them together with in the same territory. The third was a family and his feelings were mixed of meeting up with that wolf again.
Finding his old home in such devastating ruins and so utterly deserted had disturbed him greatly. He had eaten little in the past several days, too worried to hunt. Coming up to border was like hitting a brick wall. Deeply worried about his friends, and yes even his son, the great wolf pressed up to the very edge of the Borders. He paced silently and actually debated crossing into the strange land. In his agitation he grumbled quietly beneath his breath.
In character:
It felt like months since he had curled up with his brothers and sisters in the snowy Mountains. In all probability it had. His return had been nothing like he had imagined. Instead of family and friends he found devastation and desertion. For the better part of five days and six nights, the massive grey male had worked through the old faded and distorted sents. By and by they had let them to the strange lands. Two were friends that he knew and trusted was surprised to find them together with in the same territory. The third was a family and his feelings were mixed of meeting up with that wolf again.
Finding his old home in such devastating ruins and so utterly deserted had disturbed him greatly. He had eaten little in the past several days, too worried to hunt. Coming up to border was like hitting a brick wall. Deeply worried about his friends, and yes even his son, the great wolf pressed up to the very edge of the Borders. He paced silently and actually debated crossing into the strange land. In his agitation he grumbled quietly beneath his breath.