|[ a crown of thorns. ]| IP: 137.28.249.99 Posted on May 8, 2011 at 00:35:34 AM by Demitri
The multi-colored wolf was rather peeved with himself, he was committing himself too early to a pack, or so he thought...the dual-shaded green eyed boy needed to think, and this wasn't helping him any. Although he had to admit, trying to get into the Gatherers wasn't all he thought it was going to be, and he was further disgusted by the amazing amount of judgement that came from the alpha and her pets, he couldn't stand sitting there being looked over by a nasty two headed dragon and a bird. Ha. A joke.
So, the yellow-black toned brute kept himself going, trying to think of what to do...he wanted to back out, he wanted to leave, it was stupid of him to go in the first place, he wasn't a fan at all of what was going on, but what was he supposed to do about it? The wolf sighed, his thick accent hiding behind his odd facade, a growl emmitted then, out of no where, he wasn't in the mood...he wasn't in the mood! Why did he come here anyway?
...what a baby...
Demitri would need to learn to stop constantly thinking he was being judged before he got anywhere in life, and that was the honest truth. The yellow, purple and black wolf needed to trudge forward, and never look back, he needed teh strength this mountain offered, to complete what he was created to do. Replies:
