07-17-2009, 06:33 AM
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| http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v228/ ... 1247095913); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:10px; padding-left:25px; padding-right:25px; padding-bottom:298px;"> So sorry, podcasting has been kicking my ass. Molochai was restless, anxious and most of all bored. He wanted something to do, preferably that would benefit the pack. Nose to the ground, tracing scent after scent the hybrid allowed golden eyes to close and take in his surroundings with the remaining senses. Dawn had broken about an hour ago and his ears pricked and twitched to take in the sounds of the nearby water birds not too far off in the distance. A blue jay was distinctly in his mind as well, a frustrated and territorial mother that no doubt didn't appreciate the coal dusted golden male lingering near her children. He couldn't blame the mother jay, he wouldn't want wolves or anything near his children (when he eventually found a mate and had them.) His paws were also beginning to transition from rocky grass to rocky coast and he finally opened his eyes to stare at the water. He had been on his coast with his mother not long ago, the stars twinkling and gleaming as though their reunion had brightened the universe. Molochai knew it wasn't true, he had more intellect than that but there was a romantic part of him that wanted it to be true. Sniffing the coast he let the scent of the Bay of Fundy wash over him as he sat down and began to clean up his fur. With a bit more rest and food he'd have enough strength to shift and that was what was important to him at the current time. Walking around four-legged and not having hands to hold things could be a real problem when he realized there was a mansion to explore. No point going to the previous human domains until he could do somewhat human things. |