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Kris rocks... pretty much. Yeah. Whisper Beach cause Khaden hasn't had a thread there yet.
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It was gray and overcasty again. What else was new? Khaden harrumphed his dislike of the constant cold and rain in the middle of August and took these moments to stalk away from the Manor to lands distant and less traveled - or at least to him. Granted, where these lands were exactly was beyond him, but he knew he was going to find them. So off he went, traversing through the Shiloh Hills and into the Shattered Coast, making sure to dodge this new formed pack of Esper Hollow, and seemed to land upon the broken concrete of Whisper Beach.
With a slight grin upon his mau, he stepped up onto the shards of road that seemed to be broken and jagged amongst the ground, and reverted straight to the good old days where he was a pup. Pretending the more naturalistic grass was made out of some sort of untouchable fatal substance that made him shrivel up and become nothing more than a wrinkled bag of bones and fur, Khaden giggled his way through it. Hopping from concrete to concrete, snorts of laughter seemed to escape him before suddenly, paw not making full contact on the slippery flooring, Khaden found his left back leg lost in the sea of untouchable fatal substances.
Eyes widened as his whole body halted abruptly, he suddenly tossed his whole head back and yowled. Body writhing against this intense untouchable fatal substance, his body shriveled as it doubled over and landed fully into the... well, untouchable fatal substances. How would he ever survive?
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Leland heard the snorts of laughter and the sounds of mock agony and he could not keep his curiosity in check. His four legs carried him rather swiftly (though he did not run, as he wasn’t that eager) to the source of those sounds and Leland smiled at the sight. It was a grown male who was seemingly playing some sort of game by himself. While that in itself was not remarkable, as many of his kind still engaged in play like a young pup well into their adult years, it was rarer for the wolves that he knew to act foolishly. Of course, they did play, but mostly when they were with pups or mates or childhood friends grown up. Rarely did he see wolves of any kind playing by their lonesome. The sight delighted him.
Hopping on to the concrete that the male had just vacated he looked down at the creature writhing on the grass. Leland was prepared for the game to end, he knew he probably look strange to the male, yet perhaps he would be one of the few who had seen a coat and body like his before. Already he had run into one male who had a similar pelt, but a the body of a wolf. Or perhaps the male simply wouldn’t want to interrupt the game with gawking and staring. "Heello there sir. Found yerself in a bit of trouble I see?" Leland wasn’t sure what the game was, or what imaginary force had caused such anguish, but if he did understood, he’d rescue the poor fool.
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