Wild Cherry Orchard It's Adventure Time! ( Durai )

Timeline for this.. This is occurring the night after Sibo dies.
<i>August 18th - Cloudy - Dusk</i>

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<a href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ViKaGA0Isrc' target='_blank'>Theme Song (Sloane With Narimé)</a>

<span style='color:brown'>Durai slowly padded along the trees. He had no idea what to expect here, but he felt an eerie since of silence and darkness around him. He blinked his amber brown eyes against the orchard trees, making them look like rocks on the ground as the big wolf padded. His huge silver paws glittered with dew from the past drizzle in the orchard. He shook his silvery and white pelt, then continued on through the maze of trees. He had just woken from a nightly cat nap, so he still had a drowsy mind. Every time he smashed a cherry of stepped in a blood-red puddle of trampled fruit, it felt like smashing a bug and getting red guts everywhere. His ears went down every single time he smashed another crunchy, sweet ball of juice.

But a scent, smelling of willows and the peaceful scent of the drooping willows territory came across him. He looked around, but there was no one to be seen. He growled a low warning growl, he large stature stopping in the middle of the step, making him look like a startled deer. His amber shaded eyes slitted and bolted around suspiciously. <span style='color:gray'><b>"Who's there?</b></span></span>

(This post was last modified: Aug 24, 2012, 02:10 AM by Durai.)

May be a potential Copper Rock Creek packmate ?!

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<a href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ViKaGA0Isrc' target='_blank'>Theme Song (Sloane With Narimé)</a>

<span style='color:brown'>Durai knew, he didn't even have to look at her. She was small. Her voice matched her age. He guessed she was about 17 months, maybe a little less. His ears perked, but with no surprise. He blinked and his amber eyes caught the moonlight in a bright, short glisten. He showed no dominance, and actually smiled. He showed no caution for the stranger, for she was too small to hurt anything his size. <span style='color:gray'>"Hi there."</span> He said calmly, sitting down immediately with such confidence that you were sure he had no cares in the world. <span style='color:gray'>"Durai Pyro..."</span>

The young man smirked. He was only three, and still very much like a fifteen month old in the inside. He swished his silvery tail against the patchy ground. He felt submission in the lady still. <span style='color:gray'>"So, who are you? Your a pack member, I take it? A little young. Were you born into a pack?"</span> Durai inquired, feeling things calm down with his friendliness. </span>

(This post was last modified: Aug 24, 2012, 02:38 AM by Durai.)

May be a potential Copper Rock Creek packmate ?!

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<a href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ViKaGA0Isrc' target='_blank'>Theme Song (Sloane With Narimé)</a>

(This post was last modified: Aug 24, 2012, 03:06 AM by Narimé.)

<span style='color:brown'>Durai felt a yawn from waking up force his huge jaws open. He looked at her, pretty sure he could engulf her in one bite if he wanted. He blinked and looked at her as she answered him slowly. He looked at her. <i>Willow Ridge?</i> He had been there one other time before. He would say straight out, the territory's peaceful scent of willows was quite distinct. He shook his itching pelt instead of scratching it up and stretched out, laying on his stomach. He was the size of a grown man in length, weight, and he was exceptional in foot-to-shoulder height. Many wolves were born outside of Relic Lore, so this Dnakinna pack was nothing unusual.

He was saddened to hear this second part. <span style='color:gray'><b>"You seem fond of this wolf. Who is he?"</b></span> He asked before answering, ears perked up with curiosity. He wondered the relations of this wolf to a 15 month old puppy. Perhaps a lost family member? It occurred to him maybe she'd prefer not to speak of it, but it was too late and he looked at her with curious brown eyes.
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(This post was last modified: Aug 24, 2012, 03:10 AM by Durai.)

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She already said he was her father. XD

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<a href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ViKaGA0Isrc' target='_blank'>Theme Song (Sloane With Narimé)</a>

<span style='color:brown'>Durai felt silly that he had actually spaced out and re-asked who this wolf was. He felt like he shouldn't ask again, so he didn't and just stayed silent. He tried to think of something to say in comfort, but he couldn't. He had given up on searching for his family long ago. <span style='color:gray'><b>"I'm sorry that happened, but keep up that hope, kid. I'm sure your father's out there, somewhere, maybe he met mine. My family members were drowned. I don't know...I guess I always wonder if they lived.."</b></span> One, in particular, was his brother, Blake. He had always loved Boa, and his sister, Danielle....

No, he wasn't going to say maybe-because by now he was sure they all did. He didn't know why he ever said that he thought one had met her father. He felt bad, because he had constantly told himself his family was dead. He was giving little Narime false hope. Every last one of their faces and personalities, gone in the waters of Ellesmere Island. He shook his pelt for the third time, obviously discomforted by it. He sighed and got over his family suddenly. Enough grieving.</span>

May be a potential Copper Rock Creek packmate ?!

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<a href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ViKaGA0Isrc' target='_blank'>Theme Song (Sloane With Narimé)</a>

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His pale, ghostly blue-ish gray eyes looked up and searched the silver female. "I sincerely hope you find him, though. You have hope for your family member still." The white ghost murmured softly, dipping his head and looking down. He looked back up. He noticed that she seemed to be glad to change the subject up after a few minutes of 'sorries.' He smiled when she asked what he was doing today, since he was doing absolutely nothing at this moment. Durai stood up and took a deep breath. His eyes wandered around. "Nothing. I'm free. So...let's go on an adventure then, Narime."

Sorry. Short post. Rushing because I shouldn't be on the PC right now. I'll edit it to be more.

May be a potential Copper Rock Creek packmate ?!