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Post by nahash on Mar 31, 2013 20:54:32 GMT -6
Soules trudged on down the dry trail, his pawns kicking up small puffs of white dust with each foot fall. He had come to Giaku looking for a new home. Rumors had it Giaku was a pack of great warriors. He was growing older and his bones ached for a place to call home. Soules just hoped that with fighting skills he could find a place here because he had no other skills.
Soules was a deep rusty red but you would never have known that looking at him at that moment. He was covered in dust from the road. He had been walking within Giaku’s territory for most of the day but had yet to meet another wolf
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Post by Streak on Apr 6, 2013 16:32:42 GMT -6
Nope. Lyra was most definately not going there. That darstadly bush already gave her millions of scratches. It was a bad thing and Lyra was avoiding it. She didn't want anymore blood stains on her white coat. Her family would simply scold her and assume she had been fighting. No, that bush should be kept away from. If anything, it should be wiped off the face off Giaku.
"You know what, Shinkou can have it!" Lyra quietly growled. She stared at the bush with the utmost concentration. She wanted it to burn. Burn to ashes and never return. Lyra snarled. This bush was going down!
After her amazing spectacle, a pathetic trail of smoke floated from the bush with a sound of failure following. Lyra collapsed onto the ground and sobbed. There were no tears, she was too strong for that, but there was an aura of failure surrounding the white clump on the ground. Lyra opened her now purple eyes and saw a reddish looking wolf walking on the tracks of Giaku. Lyra stood up and gave a friendly smile to the wolf before jumping up and down to signal to the wolf he could come over. As if he couldn't already see the fuzz ball.
Lyra quickly checked herself over so she would look presentable if the wolf was indeed coming over. One look told her she needed a rinse, but Lyra gave a good shake and dislodged a lot of dust. If the wolf was coming over and was in range, they would be covered in a layer of dust as well as a few white hairs.
The Druin looked up, hopefully into the eyes of the wolf, and her eyes changed from purple to a bright yellow. She was very happy. Perhaps this one wolf would not tease her like her siblings.
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Post by nahash on Apr 7, 2013 17:55:04 GMT -6
Soules heard a loud ruckus up the trail, the quiet of the afternoon was shattered drawing him out of this thoughts. He picked up his pace trying to get closer to the source of the disturbance and to his surprise found a white Druin. He cautiously made his way to the fae. She seemed friendly enough but he had never seen a Druin before but had heard stories and they did not do justice to their impressive size. So needlessly to say he was being careful. “Hello good lady” he called out to the demon wolf and bowed his head once he was close.
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