-look up to the sky; is it still good to feel alive?-

Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

-look up to the sky; is it still good to feel alive?-
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Posted on December 6, 2011 at 08:08:00 PM by Abraxas

The storyteller wandered down the riverbank, a borzoi dog among wolves. His gold and white coat was soft and gently curled, his limbs long and elegant, with a ring of black around his forepaw. As a creature bred to hunt wolves, he was rather bigger than the average one, and his greyhound- like build made him incredibly fast when he needed to be; his face was delicate, with a slim muzzle and large, dark eyes.

Currently, he was considering his position in life. Coral pack was probably what would be considered his home, but he felt little affection for the place and merely tolerated the other residents- it was a place to stay, no more, no less. To him, at least, it was not a home.�

It had been a while, he pondered, since he had played god and made lesser creatures scream, but those fits of violence were generally few and far between. Mostly, he was refined, charming- occasionally, he would torture and kill, but generally just to make the tales he lived and breathed to tell more interesting.�

He raised his head as the scent of another dog hit him- rather unusual in these lands, and sufficent to hold his attention for the present.

Padding closer, he saw that the dog was mildly curiosity inspiring. Evidently he had thought a hard battle lately, Abraxas observed- the scars were plain to see, some rather nasty looking. The borzoi drifted closer, head tilted to one side as he took in the multi coloured coat, the milky eyes. Blind? He didn't have the cautious air of a blind creature, but perhaps he simply knew this area very well.�

"Good evening." the storytellers voice was velvet smooth and soft, �the kind of voice that drew you in; he needed it, to ensnare listeners in his tales. "My name is Abraxas."�

His tone was mild and friendly as he gazed at Intoxicated with gentle, glistening eyes, his soft ears pricked, a small smile on his maw. He never raised his voice, was always softly spoken- why use a snarl, when you can drown someone in the honey of your words?

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**Brandy-and-Rum** - By Intoxicated December 7, 2011 at 04:57:19 AM
- -look up to the sky; is it still good to feel alive?- - By Abraxas December 7, 2011 at 06:16:25 PM
  - **Brandy-and-Rum** - By Intoxicated December 16, 2011 at 04:49:52 AM
**Brandy-and-Rum** - By Intoxicated December 7, 2011 at 04:40:49 AM

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