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Post by Raze on May 21, 2008 20:25:03 GMT -5
A cool breeze whispered through the trees, gently stirring the new fronds of ferns and the blooms and buds of new leaves on the trees. The rhythmic sound of the waterfall drowned out most other sounds. A flash of orange fur betrayed the positon of a young wolf. She jumped from the ferms and leaped across the plateau, reveling in the grass that covered the sparse land only in springtime. Falling back onto the soft green blades, Caliber rolled around like a pup, her legs sticking in the air. Rolling back onto her paws, the young she-wolf trotted to the edge of the plateau and looked down on camp, watching her pack as they continued about their buisiness. She lay down and stuck her paws over the edge of the rock, closing her eyes in the bliss of a spring day. |
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Post by blaqwynter on Jul 4, 2008 15:23:08 GMT -5
Mitts padded slowly into the area, Blaqwynter was still sore from lossing her entire ack, ad feeling aggitated, and was in no mood to deal with wolves that carried out head games. The fatale sighed lightly as she looked up to a large tree, and thought about her forever lost father. The Sister Moon was the only family that she had even known, but now she had to out on even a tougher face now than before as she was to start anew, and not complain about it. Afterall she was older, and tough as well as wise enough to know what to do.
Blaqwynter stopped short as she caught wiff of another wolf, it was another femme she soon spotted her wandering about in solitare just like she was. Blaqwynter's dark coat glimmered under the afternoon sun, as she stood there watching her. Bristles rose across the ridge of her spinea, as she quivered her charred lippens. A look of pure intimidation could be seen writen across her face as she seemed to look right though the other feem as if she had got in her way of looking for another pack.
But Blaqwynter was unaware that she crossed into another's terra, but it was not marked, ad if it was claimed , there must have been only one wolf here, and that one wolf must have been the wolf Blaqwynter was starring at. She blinked feeling no shock at her coiled reaction of surprise, but only ceased her snarl, and still held her stance of upraised bristles to make herself look bigger.
Blaqwynter had a nasty habit of not being very friendly with other wolves, but that was all in the past, but some things sometimes never do change, and Blaqwynter knew it all to well. She kept her position keeping several feet away from the other femme.
She said nothing and only awaited to be addressed, as she was only looking to pass through, and this femme being here must have startled her, as Blaqwynter was too deep within her doubtful thoughts.
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Post by Raze on Jul 12, 2008 12:02:31 GMT -5
OOC - Augh! I'm sorry Blaq. >.< I totally didn't notice that anyone had replied to this thread. -headdesk- I'msorryi'msorryi'msorry!
But uh... Blaqwynter is in the same pack as Caliber, so it's not like they don't know eachother... they both live in the same territory and all that.
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