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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.
Novalee Forest is aligned with: No One.
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The Heir
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treodding lightly on foreign grtound{to Henry}
IP: 67.175.39.148
Posted on September 2, 2009 at 08:19:55 PM by Jackal
The golden stud wonders through the dense trees, sliding carefully down inclines and wasting no time working his way along the tree freckled hills of Novelee Forest. Tia Maria and Zacharias had sent him on his first real ‘mission’, of sorts. Apparently there is a new man in town. Novelee Forest hasn’t failed the Isle’s yet in past decisions to form an alliance with the dark Kingdom. Despite the forest being a province of the Isles, Jackal can’t help but feel a little creeped out by feeling that he gets from this place. Zacharias had mentioned that he would be looking for a stallion by the name of Henry. Jackal hadn't had anything else to do at the time, his captive having ran away and escaping from Hoof Prince all together, right after Jackal had successfully snuck him away from the Rajputs.
Tell me baby, what's your story,
where do you come from and where you wanna go this time?
As the sun begins to set, the forest becomes darker. The trees do a fine job of blocking out any sort of light that might want to make it’s way through the leaves of the towering trees. Jackal isn’t about ready to allow anyone, or anything to sneak up on him, so out of habit, the golden brute whirls a gentle breeze through the trees, keeping anything that might want to sneak up on him on it’s toes. There is no down wind of an Air Bender. If anyone comes into his 50 yard radius, he would know about it.
Tell me lover, are you lonely?
The thing we need is never all that hard to find.
The snap of a branch and the falling of leaves puts Jackal on edge. The golden brute halting, still as stone. His head is held high, ears erect, as he surveys his surroundings. No one visable, no scent detected other than squirrels and rabbits. So, Jackal presses onward into the territory, trying his best to stay in areas that are more open then others. Jackal will be damned if he’s snuck up on and killed. Not today my friends. Besides, he’s on a friendly mission of peace and welcoming. No reason for hackles to be raised, right? Cautiosly, Jackal steps lightly and keeps on his toes.
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0 captives / No lover / No Children / Agent for the Isles of Despair
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