02-08-2009, 08:38 PM
ooc: this needs to be dated to sometime in the future... moose is currently (in real time) meeting several others in the caves nearby... okay?
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Moose had decided it was time to leave the caves. He had met several of the others in the caves, and considering he wasn't dead from the social shock, he thought it was time to check out the manner. Of course, he chose to appear at the dead of night.... to check it all out before hand, or course.
Why are you being such a pansy? You've met wolves before.... and these wolves are nothing different... well, except some of them can be very, very large... and some are werewolves... but you lived through that shock, and you can continue to move forward. Indeed, the werewolf thing had been a shock, but he had caught on quickly. His large, stocky form allowed him to blend in with them on most occasions, unless they decided to stand erect, then he was lost. But even in their seculi form, he stood with the smaller of their kind.
The smaller, ha! He hadn't been one of the smallest in anything in quite some time. That part would take some getting used to. The aroma of wood smoke began to reach his nares along with the ever increasing smell of his pack's house. As he broke cover, he saw a black shadow and a black silloutte standing in front of a large bonfire. Moose paused, silently watching for a time before making himself known. Soon she began playing a flute, the music soothing the ache in his mind and in his heart.
It was to this music he entered the ring of light thrown by the fire against the surrounding area. Once the music ended, Moose spoke. "'tis migh'y beautiful." He smiled and wagged his tail pleasantly. "Ah'm Moose... Ah've jist joined a wee bi' back. 'ow'd ye lear' ta play sa wheel?"
+300
Moose had decided it was time to leave the caves. He had met several of the others in the caves, and considering he wasn't dead from the social shock, he thought it was time to check out the manner. Of course, he chose to appear at the dead of night.... to check it all out before hand, or course.
Why are you being such a pansy? You've met wolves before.... and these wolves are nothing different... well, except some of them can be very, very large... and some are werewolves... but you lived through that shock, and you can continue to move forward. Indeed, the werewolf thing had been a shock, but he had caught on quickly. His large, stocky form allowed him to blend in with them on most occasions, unless they decided to stand erect, then he was lost. But even in their seculi form, he stood with the smaller of their kind.
The smaller, ha! He hadn't been one of the smallest in anything in quite some time. That part would take some getting used to. The aroma of wood smoke began to reach his nares along with the ever increasing smell of his pack's house. As he broke cover, he saw a black shadow and a black silloutte standing in front of a large bonfire. Moose paused, silently watching for a time before making himself known. Soon she began playing a flute, the music soothing the ache in his mind and in his heart.
It was to this music he entered the ring of light thrown by the fire against the surrounding area. Once the music ended, Moose spoke. "'tis migh'y beautiful." He smiled and wagged his tail pleasantly. "Ah'm Moose... Ah've jist joined a wee bi' back. 'ow'd ye lear' ta play sa wheel?"