A wide river dominates this section of the forest. Romance is in the air, and wolves of all ages come to search for their mate.
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Posted on April 14, 2015 at 02:29:57 PM by Hurricane of Mexico
Wolves mate for life _______________________________ "you're the wrong color" the words bounced around in this dark knights mind and he paused, electric yellow eyes skimming the girl's pelt slowly and all of a sudden she revved up, a roar of attitude and spark pouring from her lips what was wrong with him? Hurricane of Mexico may not have a steady grip on exactly who he was, but he knew this wasnt it. Triangular auditories snapping forward, the would be king collected himself. Standing up straighter, paws together the knight rises to his full height. The gladiator was clothed in darkness, his frame large, daunting, full of power and strength his sharp optics boring straight into that of the girl before him. "i apologize. You... You caught me by surprise. I was expecting someone else... I think." I think? Who was he expecting? What the hell was wrong with him. A soft growl slips out of his lips, vibrating through his throat gently. "Your coat is beautiful, Kayana. I apologize." The wannabe king lowered his hindquarters toward the earth, wrapping his coal hued banner around his midnight appendages. Attention focused on the lass before him, ebon hued hairs intertwining along her body, laced into a beautiful coat. The lass is rather petite in comparison to the demon she has placed herself before. Shes angry now however, and the delicate hairs that cover her bodice are puffed out, ready to attack, ready to defend, and the dark gladiator was unsure how to soothe the lass. However the larger question remained, did the knight even want to soothe this lass? The oversized wolf knew naught of the girl, where she had come from, why the lass was washed in crimson, where did she belong? Whom did she belong to? The would be king shifted his weight, his sharp eyes never leaving the girls angry body. His eyes snapping upward to meet hers "I am Hurricane of Mexico." The knight rumbled suddenly, the words escaping his lips without permission. Suddenly, something the wolf had not known had returned, and perhaps, with time. So would the rest. After all, the only thing this dark knight knew remained a solitary thought within his mind. Wolves mate for life. _______________________________ Hurricane of Mexico Who am I |
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