Nymeria |
None
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Kalseru |
Vortigern |
None |
Moonfeather
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None |
None |
Yuki |
None |
None
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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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None
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Vhagar
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Diveen
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None
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None
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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
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Posted on June 17, 2014 at 11:21:36 AM by Galileo
 It was one of those nights, you know, when it’s so cold your face hurts and your nose stings and even the pads of your paws seem to hurt when they touch the ground. I suppose I haven’t seen a winter, so I don’t really know what true cold is, but it hardly matters, this was cold enough. The gold of my gaze moved to look back into the depths of the den where Mother and Father and Pandora slept. I wasn’t going far, so I didn’t see any need to wake them, after all, it was no further then I go any other night and waking Father will only earn me a lecture, waking Mother will make her worry and Pandora, well, who want’s there baby sister around? I’m not really sure where I’m going, I just…know that I’m looking for someone or something- even if I’m not entirely sure who or what that is I just…know I suppose, or at least, I’ll know when I see them. I think. The earthy brown and gold of my pelt disappeared within the darkness of the night, small limbs beating a steady pace upon the earth and yet…it annoys me. I used to be faster, or at least, I think I did. Not that it makes any sense or anything I just…well…in my dreams I am so much faster, a whole lot taller to, in fact, I’m not really sure what’s going on with the height thing. Am I supposed to be this small? The pack has no other pups to compare myself to other then my sister and while I’m larger then her that’s only natural I suppose. I’m a boy. Then again, given the height of my parents I suppose height might have been a little to much to hope for. Mother is tiny and while Father has a lot of muscle he isn’t going to make a good Scout anytime soon. Couldn’t spot a flower over a rock if he tried. I snickered softly at my own thoughts, I hardly dislike my Father it’s just, I suppose, all his thoughts seem so very pointless sometimes. Maybe he is right, maybe the stars are some sort of…air…gas….things, but what’s wrong with thinking otherwise? What’s wrong with me wanting to think they are eyes or lights or some sort of magic? Father does not seem to have very much imagination and I suppose that’s alright, if he wants me to bring him sticks or stones or learn about spatial awareness I don’t mind. It is easier to nod and smile and let me mind wander rather than attempt to argue and be told over and over that I’m not trying hard enough. Maybe I’m just not very smart. Maybe that’s ok. I like to make up my own world. I climbed higher and higher up the mountain side, gold touched muzzle lifted to the air, tasting at the wind, the desire to run a near overwhelming thing and yet I hardly knew why. Where was I going to run too? The mountain is far to steep. I shifted, restless, continuing my climb right up to the highest peak my small paws could find, a spot that let the gold and dark of my gaze look over the whole mountain and for a moment I was happy, moving to seat myself, tail curling about my paws. Sometimes I come here, to watch, to wait…even if I don’t know who I’m waiting for, some part of myself convinced he or she will come. I just like…watching I suppose, I like guarding though again I don’t know what I seem to think I’m protecting, how very odd. Shaking my head once more I sighed, allowing every bit of wind to catch at my fur, loving every feeling as I lifted my head to the sky, releasing….what I am going to go ahead and say was a damn good howl because hell knows if my Father has no confidence in me I might as well have confidence in myself, that high-pitched squeal at least mildly lengthy as I grinned, little white fangs flashing in the night, tail waving as I stood once more, ready to move again, leaping down onto a lower ledge only to over-shoot my jump, one paw catching the other as I yelped and stumbled downward, colliding with the rocky earth. “Whoops a daisy!” Oh good. Now I’m a girl too. How pleased Father shall be. I scowled, attempting to pick myself back up and dust the earth from my fur before anyone noticed. Pan x Niviaq |
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- This is SPARTA -Open, Danny, Taliesin, Rescue Group - By Leonidas June 17, 2014 at 02:46:12 PM
= Just An Illusion = - By Galileo June 22, 2014 at 02:21:57 AM
This is SPARTA - By Leonidas July 9, 2014 at 03:00:06 PM
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