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Posted on April 25, 2017 at 02:54:08 AM by windsong
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| The dark wolf intrigued the snow-white female. He was big and muscular. Somewhere along the lines he must've been a tank of a warrior. An animal like that could snap Windsong's bones within seconds. Previous trends implanted flight instincts towards such wolves, but Exodus' smooth talking and gentle demeanor spoke against those imprints. While, admittedly, the male had danger written across the exterior of him, there was a soft interior that he portrayed openly. For that, Windsong slightly adored the male. There were sweet souls in this world. Windsong flexed her shoulders, pushing her paws forward to get a good stretch through her legs. Standing in the warm glow of the sun was comforting. Under the canopy of the trees, the forest was relatively chilly. A wolf with a coat like hers wasn't terribly bothered, but to bask in the sun was not anything Windsong was against. Her honey-gold eyes squinted shut as a yawn overcame her, and she shook her head on her way back into a sitting position. "Well, you know, there's just not a lot of squirrels that are a fan of me, ya know?" Windsong explained with a faux-prideful huff. She drew air into her lungs, puffing her chest out before chuckling it out. "I'm guessing that's not too much to be proud of, eh?" She knew she was a scrappy she-wolf, not built very tall and hardly packing much weight on her bones. But she was still a bit feisty, despite her relatively-quiet demeanor, especially with those who cared to investigate the being that was Windsong. She perked up at Exodus' mention of her story. Her tongue lolled from her mouth as she gave a laugh, shaking her head softly. "I'm all talk. But I've had a pawful of incidents where my hunting skills have been outdone by a swift-footed squirrel....and I've only managed to come up with a mouthful of tail fur...or sometimes a part of a tail," She explained with a heat rushing to her face. A wolf like Exodus probably rarely encountered that dilemma. "Ah, well, at least I try. I still seem to feed myself at the end of the day. That's what matters, right?" Windsong. Female. 3 years. No imprint. No mate. Loner. 
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- revolution exodus, the paradox of mind - By Exodus April 27, 2017 at 00:29:40 AM
the clouds above will sing - By windsong April 30, 2017 at 00:04:33 AM
may the true conflicts start the fight - By Exodus May 4, 2017 at 01:26:06 AM
the clouds above will sing - By windsong May 10, 2017 at 04:34:27 AM
another flag to burn - By Exodus May 17, 2017 at 01:11:45 AM
the clouds above will sing - By windsong May 20, 2017 at 05:47:50 PM
when you were here before - By Exodus May 20, 2017 at 11:50:21 PM
the clouds above will sing - By windsong June 9, 2017 at 03:32:38 AM
where's your preacher - By Exodus June 19, 2017 at 11:44:42 PM
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