Hundreds of trees, of all shapes and sizes, make up Novalee Forest. The bulk of the territory lies in the tree-strewn hills, nestled between the cliffs of Paduan and the Rushing Rivers. Water and food are both ample in these parts, and in the daytime, the lands remain fairly safe. The shelter of trees will provide a good place for raising young ones, and will comfortably hold a small herd.

Warnings: Wolves and bears roam the forest, particularly at night, so take caution.

bring them d.own
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Posted on November 19, 2008 at 03:58:13 PM by g.uerilla

G.UERILLA b.ring them down the large beast moved across the terrain with heavy steps, taking his march across his land with a triumphant sort of demeanor added to his already authoritative nature. a sneer was cracked across his mug - the singular change in his expression was enough to let anyone know of his success. his pride swelled a little more than usual. the limp that struck him was barely noticeable: his left leg sagged ever so slightly when weight was placed upon it. the flesh at his shoulder had been bruised quite severely, but it had not effected the mechanics of his wound, and, therefore, we walked with only the tiniest hint of extra effort. the rain that would soon fall would completely eliminate the bloody painting that stretched from his neck to his hooves, as well as the mottled, brown smears that stained his maw. he was, truly, a macabre sight to any onlooker. his sturdy and dominant demeanor, however, showed little signs of the bloodlust that had filled him only hours before. therefore, much of the possibilities for fear caused by his presence had been smothered before they'd been given a chance to prevail. he heard the piercing shriek from a mare somewhere within the forest, and quickly recognized the voice as that of kitalya. the words that followed were quieter. he understood something different about her, hidden behind her relatively calm voice. mere seconds past as he came to a conclusion about the meaning behind her stationary position, her shrieking call, her muffled voice. his pace immediately grew, and he all but forgot the ache in his shoulder as he moved swiftly in her direction. upon reaching her, his face fell into its recognizably empty expression. his eyes quickly searched the surrounding area, and his nostrils flared. he neither saw nor smelled any other presence - any new individual - and he invisibly relaxed. still tense, however, he finally spoke to her. "thank you. i see you have been careful, kitalya. that was good of you. has the time come?" his voice was still neutral, and unchanging. there were, of course, several sorts of thoughts and emotions brewing somewhere within him - but these were, as always unseen. he did not hope she would be unoffended by his apparent distance, but only because he did not see this as a possible reaction from her. g.uerilla was the way he was, and he expected kitalya to be well-adjusted to that by now. "i shall, of course, leave you be for the actual process. it is vital that you and the child interact alone for its first moments of life." another fact of nature he was aware of, and expected her to understand, as well. with that, he waited. the presence of his wounds had left his mind, as did the gruesome masterpiece that added unpleasant color to his naturally blank canvas. [ooc: no worries! sorry about the awful wait. : ( i'm so excited for the baby, though!] |g.uerilla||male||six||percheron cross||17h||pallid||king of novalee forest||air level two||thirty-seven tokens||father of m.aelstrom and e.ros| © chevy, 2008 and beyond

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• My time approaches - By Kitalyia November 22, 2008 at 03:08:28 AM
  • bring them d.own - By g.uerilla December 1, 2008 at 08:40:22 PM
    • Sorry - By Lostriss December 6, 2008 at 04:49:15 AM

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