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Posted on October 26, 2013 at 05:23:15 AM by Guiltine
Well now, what have we here? The words are not spoken aloud but none the less echo through the recesses of his mind as my grey devil stares across the vast expanse of meadow before him at the cute little gathering of wolves. Amber gold eyes flecked with slivers of green narrow as he concentrates his attention solely on this little gathering. At first he imagined it some sort of pack meeting, perhaps he was observing the losing party of some war for territory and these were just the ones that remained loyal to the cause. But no, there was no scent of blood in the air and surely there would be no battle without some casualties. He lifts his muzzle a bit higher, catching the billowing zephyrs that ghost through the outcropping of oaks under which he finds himself seated, straight on and parting his lips long enough to allow his olfactory sense to sift through the rich variety of flavors found there. No this could not be a pack meeting, there are too many different scents clinging to too many different wolves. His brow furrows as he stands now, arching his back first up and then back down to get out the annoying kinks that managed to settle into his spine as he sat. He stretches his hardened pads, letting the tough nails on his claws dig into the soft dirt and finding a sense of satisfaction as it parts beneath the power of his claws. Well he simply must go and see what all the fuss is about. With a loud snort and a shake of his shaggy head my big grey brute sets off at an easy pace across the open hollow and slowing only when he stands amid the strangers. He is not overly an unusual looking creature, with his typical grey wolf coat but there are faint and subtle differences that set him apart. While the others around here, he’s noticed, have the most unusual and strange eyes, his is nothing more than the purest of amber tainted only by flecks of emerald green found only in the newest of spring life. A rich russet brown color taints the hairs along his spine and running clean to the tip of his bushy tail. His appearance is not overall menacing but yet it is the look in his eyes, the manner in which his strong muzzle is set into his hansom face that gives him a general mannerism that forces one to think twice about approaching him and questioning his true incentives. For a moment he merely stands in silence, letting his emotionless gaze drift across one face and then another until he is quite sure he has set eyes upon most if not all of those that have gathered. Large though he is he finds himself sitting comfortably amid the number of strangers, a single russet tipped ear flexing against his crown. "Well now this IS a party..." he speaks, his voice gravelly from ill use. For a moment he lets his words linger in the air for those that would hear and acknowledge them, for the others, well he honestly could care less either way, he did was suited him the best and well to put it nicely to hell with everyone else. Unless it is his pack of course, you don't mess with family... but of that he has nothing to worry about for the moment because he doesn't have one yet. This little excursion however, would be a nice way of taking into account the potential that is out there however and so he makes a mental note to decipher the scents that drift from each pelt, "Tell me... who are we celebrating again? I do believe I forgot my invitation" he adds with a throaty laugh, amused at the humor in his own witty words. You've heard of me? Fantastic. |
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