04-14-2009, 09:57 AM
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OOC: Haha, yeah, don't see any reason not to use it! 
300+
Lubomir quieted down. No reason to attract so much attention to himself. What for, anyway? It was pretty clear the pups weren't in this dingy old cabin. Still, no reason not to investigate a little, see what was what. He found himself feeling empty, drained, so tired he could sleep for eons. He wasn't that old, that much he knew, but still he felt like there was something missing in his life. Wearily the grey wolf was about to leave the cottage when a shadow fell upon the doorstep. He hastily turned around to see another wolf standing there, the reek of Inferni surrounding him. Lubomir's eyes narrowed. "Coming back to the scene of the crime?" Really, the Dahlian had no proof that Inferni were involved, but why not try? Maybe he could shake some fear into this wolf.
Why did the coyotes always have to stick their noses into other peoples' business? Why steal innocent pups? From what the female had said to him, a long time ago now, there was a truce between their packs. Did Gabriel want a war that badly? Or more to the point, did he want another war that badly. Lubomir sighed and turned to look at the cabin one last time. Strange. There was something in the corner. Completely ignoring the Inferni intruder (perhaps not that smart an idea), the Dahlian approached the boxes. He shifted, a process which didn't take as long as before and then struggled to pry the lids open. When the old wood gave way, he found bottles. Neatly stacked rows of bottles. Picking up a dusty one, he turned to the door and asked, "Any clue what this stuff is?" Maybe the Inferni wolf was harmless and maybe the clan had nothing to do with the missing pups. It was a sad thing, almost, that Lubomir's quest for knowledge was that great he needed any excuse to ask questions.
300+Lubomir quieted down. No reason to attract so much attention to himself. What for, anyway? It was pretty clear the pups weren't in this dingy old cabin. Still, no reason not to investigate a little, see what was what. He found himself feeling empty, drained, so tired he could sleep for eons. He wasn't that old, that much he knew, but still he felt like there was something missing in his life. Wearily the grey wolf was about to leave the cottage when a shadow fell upon the doorstep. He hastily turned around to see another wolf standing there, the reek of Inferni surrounding him. Lubomir's eyes narrowed. "Coming back to the scene of the crime?" Really, the Dahlian had no proof that Inferni were involved, but why not try? Maybe he could shake some fear into this wolf.
Why did the coyotes always have to stick their noses into other peoples' business? Why steal innocent pups? From what the female had said to him, a long time ago now, there was a truce between their packs. Did Gabriel want a war that badly? Or more to the point, did he want another war that badly. Lubomir sighed and turned to look at the cabin one last time. Strange. There was something in the corner. Completely ignoring the Inferni intruder (perhaps not that smart an idea), the Dahlian approached the boxes. He shifted, a process which didn't take as long as before and then struggled to pry the lids open. When the old wood gave way, he found bottles. Neatly stacked rows of bottles. Picking up a dusty one, he turned to the door and asked, "Any clue what this stuff is?" Maybe the Inferni wolf was harmless and maybe the clan had nothing to do with the missing pups. It was a sad thing, almost, that Lubomir's quest for knowledge was that great he needed any excuse to ask questions.