Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

All my dreams are tragic nightmares of the past..
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Posted on December 19, 2010 at 02:29:53 PM by Arcadian



He jumped from rock to rock, grinning wolfishly as his paws struck the earth with elegant force and then flew up once more. The wolf's shoulders moved in a systematic pattern, slicing through the air without a sound, along with his haunches- which moved the same way. Arc was as silent as the night as he threw himself over large boulders and other obstacles, and his features were contorted into a friendly smile.

Still leaping along the lakes edge, the brute inhaled deeply, taking in all the light scents around him. The smell of all sorts of fresh, new things drifted to his muzzle, and he whined happily, thick tail swishing to and fro. The pelt of this youth was a mixture of colors- like paints blurred together on a pallet. Mostly though, it was a light auburn- and in the overwhelming sun it glittered a golden color, surrounding the wolf in a glittering hue. The other colors consisted of silvery-greys, browns and darker greys, but these were flecked into his fur. Tendrils of his pelt swished past the air as the male ran, and all was contrasted with those green, green eyes of his, that were as vivid as emeralds.

At once, he could bare it no more, and he plunged into the liquid blue that surrounded his bod, eyes open and straining against the sharp current. Silvery fish swam past him, as frightened as hell, and he smiled lightly. He was nothing to be afraid of really- he was not like most brutes- medium-height and full of muscle. No, he was tall, and lean, and slim. His legs were long and he used them to lope far distances quickly, his muscles were not that big at all- just as big as he needed them. However, if it came to a fight, Arc was clever, and strong-minded. That was all he needed to win.

Arc swam, using the common doggy paddle, but underwater. His throat was screaming and his lungs were shouting for air by the time he finally emerged from the water, fur plastered to his bodice in a strange, wet manor. It was only when he looked up, eyes glinting with excitement, that he realized he was in an unknown land. He must have come too far- he had only meant to come a little way. But here he was, breathing harshly, slumped on the bank of traydon river.

Table by Dan.



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