03-26-2009, 10:46 AM
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OOC: O HAI THAR LOVE! XD Thanks for joining me![/html]
Drey had no sense of time as he sat peacefully on his sister's steps, his dark pelt soaking up the sun's rays and warming his being. From what he'd gathering, this land had nearly as much conflict as Solbjorg Valley did, though for the moment he relished the rare moment of peace. The male could never truly be described as a gentle soul, but he always found a quiet joy in the gentleness of nature around him. The darkness within him could rival that of his grandfather, but at the same time the Stormbringer would go out of his way to avoid senseless bloodshed. His murderous wrath was directed only at those he felt deserved as much. Like the Dawnrunners.
As the sun crept overhead on its ceaseless flight from the jaws of Skoll, the Sunchaser, the light spring breeze shifted a bit and Drey's ears perked in curiosity. The changing wind brought a new scent to his charcoal nose, and he quietly rose from his seat to have a closer look. Just beyond the outskirts of the cemetery, a prone female with fur nearly matching his own came into view in the grass, her chest rising and falling as he approached. The male raised a brow inquisitively as he caught sight of the red cloth covering the girl's eyes, and he made no effort to hide his footsteps as he drew closer. The edges of half-healed scars could be seen poking out from under the crimson blindfold, the marks of damage done none too long ago. He was cautious as he approached, but the girl smelled heavily of Dahlia, and he may as well start aquainting himself with his packmates at some point. "You must have made quite an enemy, to warrant wounds like that." Oh yeah, real smooth to jump right in. Then again, Drey's tact usually rivalled his gentleness; as close to nill as possible. Absolute bluntness was one of the Stormbringer's strong points.