06-10-2009, 02:10 PM
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Hello! *is obviously not Cer* I’ll put Cwmfen in lupus form for you, ^=^
300+
Cwmfen was on her way to the boarders. As she was accustom to doing, the black wolf had risen early and now continued to the unclaimed lands to continue her search of both Corvus and Brennt. The world was quiet and peaceful, and the child of Nemain breathed deeply, her mind at peace for that brief moment. As she breathed, the wind brought a scent to her—it was unfamiliar and unmarred by the unique scents of the packs. Would the scent belong to another loner seeking to join their ranks, the warrior wondered. Only a few days ago she had admitted one Willow Siam beyond the boarders. It seemed strange that another would seek to join the large ranks of Dahlia while the other packs still required members. Nevertheless, that was not question she was required to ask. For now, she was simply the Warrior. And so, silently, gracefully, the fluid movements of the woad marked female carried her to that scent.
A snarl openly thundered through the air, a strong sound pulled from the pit of her stomach, a peculiar sound that only a warrior could make. Her face was only slightly distorted by the snarl, but her posture had changed immediately. The woad marked legs were spread farther than when at normal standing. And with her hackles raised, the Dahlian Adonis clearly held open her hostility. The woad bound ears and tail were raised in dominance: these were Dahlian lands. How many creatures must cross the boarders unwelcomed? And the woad warrior was more agitated than usual, though whether it was a physical change her body had overcome for reasons she did not recognize or whether it was the high level of security that she was trying to maintain with the presence of Brennt and Corvus still in the vicinity could not be said. "What are you doing here beyond the boarders," the alto melody growled, the usual pleasant sound distorted by her irritation (and it could not yet be called anger). Those white eyes pierced the other, that fierce and intense gaze easily holding up against the trespasser.
Hello! *is obviously not Cer* I’ll put Cwmfen in lupus form for you, ^=^
300+
Cwmfen was on her way to the boarders. As she was accustom to doing, the black wolf had risen early and now continued to the unclaimed lands to continue her search of both Corvus and Brennt. The world was quiet and peaceful, and the child of Nemain breathed deeply, her mind at peace for that brief moment. As she breathed, the wind brought a scent to her—it was unfamiliar and unmarred by the unique scents of the packs. Would the scent belong to another loner seeking to join their ranks, the warrior wondered. Only a few days ago she had admitted one Willow Siam beyond the boarders. It seemed strange that another would seek to join the large ranks of Dahlia while the other packs still required members. Nevertheless, that was not question she was required to ask. For now, she was simply the Warrior. And so, silently, gracefully, the fluid movements of the woad marked female carried her to that scent.
A snarl openly thundered through the air, a strong sound pulled from the pit of her stomach, a peculiar sound that only a warrior could make. Her face was only slightly distorted by the snarl, but her posture had changed immediately. The woad marked legs were spread farther than when at normal standing. And with her hackles raised, the Dahlian Adonis clearly held open her hostility. The woad bound ears and tail were raised in dominance: these were Dahlian lands. How many creatures must cross the boarders unwelcomed? And the woad warrior was more agitated than usual, though whether it was a physical change her body had overcome for reasons she did not recognize or whether it was the high level of security that she was trying to maintain with the presence of Brennt and Corvus still in the vicinity could not be said. "What are you doing here beyond the boarders," the alto melody growled, the usual pleasant sound distorted by her irritation (and it could not yet be called anger). Those white eyes pierced the other, that fierce and intense gaze easily holding up against the trespasser.