06-20-2009, 12:58 AM
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The hybrid walked around the border area of Cour des Miracles. He padded along happily, as he enjoyed being in a new pack that he liked. The king, Jacquez Trouillefou, seemed like a nice guy. He had the properties of being king, or leader of this pack. Talon would be honoured to join under him and do what he can to help the pack's growth. The hybrid was determned to lend a hand in it. Hopefully, he could meet some of the other pack members that were scattered around the place. Though scattered, they would eventually be found. From what the golden hybrid knows, no matter where you hide, you'll be found, eventually. He, as always, carried his bow and quiver. It was habit to take it anywhere he goes, since that all he did before he joined Cour des Miracles. Come to think of it, why was it called Cour des Miracles? It was an odd, but good name to call a pack, but what did it mean? He knew it was French, but he wasn't a French understanding hybrid. Maybe next time he sees Jacquez, he would have to ask him about it. Maybe it meant a place where a miracles can happen or something similar that had something to do with Miracles. He came inwards into the pack, moving away from the borders. He checked them today. Nothing seemed to have come by to cause trouble. It was first time that he was in a pack, so he didn't really know what he had to do, but he was sure he could do what he could to help develope his packlife. Maybe with some more experience, he could do anything. He had the determination to succeed in this. He was sure of himself that he was free from failure. He breathed in the air and relaxed his muscles. He'd better not over confident himself. |