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written in the scars - Maverick - May 08, 2013 [dohtml] It was late in the evening when the sun began its descend below the rugged terrain to darken the great land before it to return it to its usually slumber. The eerie silence of the night faded as the grey sky above grew darker and darker. Small patches of stars began to show as a light gust of cool wind sent the new spring leaves on the branches in a frenzy while low echos of rustling creatures and spooky sound could be heard faintly in the distance. The once lively earth below settled into the peaceful night as temperatures slowly dropped along with the brilliant sun. [/dohtml]
While wolves and other creatures would probably be heading in for the night, a fairly large sized creature trotted across the open floor in a steady elegant stride as he made his way into the grassy fields. His steps careful as the lupus dark citrine digits flickered over the open field uneasy, the unearthly silent calls sent a chill down his spine as another gust of wind rushed through his thick fur. Ears twitched when a low moan was heard and a low growl rumbled in his chest, Maverick swift pace slowed while he tried to find the source of this noise.
The black headed canine was lost once more, unfamiliar with the land he just happen to stumble on. His eyes shifted when he thought he saw a shadowy figure to his left, the four year old wolf halted as another low grumble rumbled in this chest and slipped out of his slightly parted muzzle. His dark colored withers stood on end while the male tried to find the creature that stalked him in the night. The lupus coal lips peeled back slightly to show his pearly canines as a deep snarl ripped through his throat, warm eyes darken as they followed the shadows in the distance.
But as the shadowy figure closed in on the tensed black and deep golden lupus, Maverick huffed in frustration when a little fox appeared in a few strides before him.His expression fell into annoyance as the fox stopped when it saw the large wolf who observed it. The little canine's large ears erected, it stance tall, and tiny digits locked on Maverick cold gaze. With another furious snarl that ripped out of the canines throat and a challenging step forward, the fox darted away from the orange eyed creature. A satisfied smirk softly spreed across the lupus blacken lips as he returned to his normal stance, head high with pride and tail up slightly curled towards his back as the battled worn wolf held his casually very confident stance. A softly chuckle came from the scared face creature before he returned to his pace of a casual stroll, unsure of really where he was heading being already lost in the fields.
RE: written in the scars - Anastasia - May 10, 2013 [dohtml]
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