Nymeria |
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Kalseru |
Vortigern |
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Moonfeather
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Yuki |
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Viserion, Myrcella
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Eldrax
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Rhaegal, Tychon, Alagai, Paxton, Visenya
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Drogon, Icarus
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Greywind, Rhaenys, Arthfael
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Bastille, Samus
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Dandelion, Semele
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Daenerys, Sleekwing, Tyrion
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Mêlée, AshitakaEmer, Bran, Jabari, Vaella, Cadeyrn, Berwyn, Nerys, Jubilee, Ashur, Reine, Icarus, Kricket, Navarre, Leilani, Jakuta
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Vhagar
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Diveen
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MoonGlow, Alcide, Sorcha, Fjallraven,
Pan, Grayson, Ravenna, Niviaq |
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.
- - Nymeria
❥ Pregnant | ^ Pending Promotion | ✘ Stolen | Away
IP: 66.66.219.49
Posted on March 16, 2013 at 03:21:02 AM by Khaleesi
This was seriously the stupidest thing Khaleesi thought of, tail hair. Tail hair! from an alpha?! really Heyel really? A sigh was released, ok well if this was what she needed to do then so be it, I mean obviously they picked up on the scent of her being in Iromar, whatever but it didn't seem to rub them in all the right places. Actually it didn't rub them but more like salt in an open wound. She really did not want to press her luck with an Alpha in Diveen or an ex alpha in Diveen either, hell she thought she'd have better luck with a more welcoming pack then in the one she remained at. Either way on her journey, Khaleesi made sure to move through as much of the different lands as she could, picking up all sorts of scents and rolling in some other things she could find. Surely it would at least make the scent of Diveen less potent if not eliminate it all together. Still, this seemed to be the stupidest request out of the two but then again she was only a year and a half old or so and even with her thinking she is big, tough and knows most all of it she has much to learn. With silent motions, thanks to her petite frame, Khaleesi floated through the lands like a white ghost. she had an extended two beat going and the scent of another pack was flooding her nasal passages. Since she could not go to Iromar, which would have been the best bet honestly, she would have to fall back to packs she did not know. Hopefully this would be one that wasn't as hostile as Diveen seemed it could be. Truth be told the lands of her pack were growing on her but still did not seem to hold the excitement of danger that Iromar did but held a royalty then Iromar did not seem to have. Then again she only caught a small glimpse of that pack. As she drew closer to the potent scent of a place she did not belong to she quickly went over in her head how she would go through with this. If she was lucky she'd meet the alpha and bada bing bada boom, she'd be done with it and trotting back to Heyel with her objection complete only to be told what next bogus thing she'd have to do. Seriously when would the fun stuff happen? Ok discipline before fun stuff but still! Her black muzzle hits the ground collecting scents of those who tread over the line of whats neutral and whats not, all strangers to her mind. A subtle flick of her ivory tail was given as her deep lavender eyes peer around her surroundings, she knew she was not alone for she could feel it in her bones and the sounds around her were not that of solitude. She puts on what she could only think of was her sweetest little innocent puppy face, maybe she could be an actress, this would be her first try at it. When she came to these lands she was quite vocal, any uncertainty she would find herself whimpering, any anger or frustration and growl or grumble would fly from her vocal cords. In the small amount of time she seemed to have grown up, maybe it was because she felt she had a purpose, she had a goal in her mind. Maybe it was because she felt she had to prove to Heyel and Diveen that she was not a pup, that she was not something to be laughed at. Either way her vocal cords had given it a rest lately. A soft whimper, partially excited tones float through the air, she paced the area she was in and shook her body ending with the wiggling of her rump and tail. her ears flopped every which way and she found herself plopping her rear to the floor in a frumpy puppy sitting position. Taking a deep breath she huffs it back out in the crisp air and tucks her head back as she watches the mist of her breath disappear in the air around her. Her head cocks to the sound and flips around as she picks up on a sound, her lavender eyes straining to see what was in the surrounding area.  |
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- We're Bound To Be Afraid - By ~*MoonGlow*~ March 20, 2013 at 08:39:59 AM
I will take what is mine with fire and blood - By Khaleesi March 23, 2013 at 01:09:16 AM
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