02-15-2009, 06:56 PM
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It was quiet, but much of winter had been that way. If it wasn't the wind whistling in his ears, it was the dead silence that rang cold and hard. And for the most part, Salem hadn't seen hide nor hair of anyone that he would have wanted to see on short notice. He could smell them, smell where they had been, but it seemed that once again he was far too late to do any sort of tagging along with any late border patrols. Additionally, any fabled creatures he had hoped would come out on a pretty night didn't rush out to greet him either, much to his dismay.
Salem would not be bring home any pet dragons tonight, it seemed.
Instead, he did hear Conri's voice calling out to him from the dark woods around him. Even though it had been quite some time since he had last seen the man who was supposedly his father (a word and title both so foreign that they held no feeling at all), he hadn't forgotten what he looked like. Or what he sounded like either. Stepping carefully off in the direction that he had heard the voice, Salem peered through the mess of branches and snowbound brush to pick out the one-armed patriarch from the night. “Hello again,” he greeted nicely enough, with a smile, tail wagging away. “You came back.”
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Salem would not be bring home any pet dragons tonight, it seemed.
Instead, he did hear Conri's voice calling out to him from the dark woods around him. Even though it had been quite some time since he had last seen the man who was supposedly his father (a word and title both so foreign that they held no feeling at all), he hadn't forgotten what he looked like. Or what he sounded like either. Stepping carefully off in the direction that he had heard the voice, Salem peered through the mess of branches and snowbound brush to pick out the one-armed patriarch from the night. “Hello again,” he greeted nicely enough, with a smile, tail wagging away. “You came back.”