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 04:58:55 PM by Arcadian




She seemed very nice, this femme. Nothing like the others he had met on his travels. She actually spoke to him- which was more than could be said for most. The larger amount of strangers he had met had pushed him about, tried to kill him- they had lunged at his throat without even asking his name, just fighting him for the fun of it. In some ways he was glad to have the experience, for now he was a good fighter, but still- it was harsh on him, having the burden of scars that littered his pelt. In reality, Arc was just an extremely friendly and kind wolf. He just wished others could see that.

Coming out of a rapid daydream, he turned once more to the femme, nodding at her words. Indeed, it did seem very nice here- almost to nice. Suspiciously nice. Of course, he knew of the magic, yet he had yet to see most of it. He had only glimpsed a few wolves using their extraordinary powers. Arc frowned as the fae told him that she had wanted to get away from her pack and brother- all he had ever wanted was a pack and a family, it seemed strange to want to leave them, yet he admired her courage in doing so. Sometimes it was just easiest to be alone sometimes. However, something seemed to be troubling the femme- she had a haunted look in her eyes, and so he asked her something to take her mind of it. I am sure you know lots about this place. Please, tell me some stories about it. I am eager to hear. Then maybe I shall tell you stories of my own.


Table by Dan.



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