Post by Leohlic on Mar 19, 2005 12:07:37 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]*The sun was hot, too hot. The old male grumbled as he loped through the lands panting heavily as his scruffy grey pelt, sticking up in all places due to the fact that he was riddled with scars, began to heat up with Fenris above him slowly torturing his mind with the heat. It was only the beginning of spring and yet the weather had gotten hot very quickly.
The large grey male was on a mission - he had to track down the ebony faemme Demon and tell her to meet his Dragga Leohlic within the mountain range of Carpathia. Fren was getting older now and his joints were rusty and sore. Why did the small First ask him to go out on the messanger job? He would have been far more contempt at sitting in the Meeting Place with his rabbit to eat...but no, he'd have to wait for his hard earned reward.
On entering the Koran territory, Fren feared none of the slow minded wolves and jsut pressed forward past the scent boundary. He had one many battles in his time, and even in his old age he was a strong fearless warrior who could take most down that stood in his path. So he saw little sense in asking for Tratto's Blessing when he was after all a member of the Balkar.
He soon got tired of walking and lost Demon's scent amongst the others so took a short stop under the shade of an over-hanging tree, and grunted as he lay down to rest. He growled deeply as his grey orbs scanned the area in which he lay, deformed and scarred muzzle wrinkling up with distaste. The territory was so perfect and happy looking under the sunlight...nothing like he was used to. It sickened him..*[/glow]
The large grey male was on a mission - he had to track down the ebony faemme Demon and tell her to meet his Dragga Leohlic within the mountain range of Carpathia. Fren was getting older now and his joints were rusty and sore. Why did the small First ask him to go out on the messanger job? He would have been far more contempt at sitting in the Meeting Place with his rabbit to eat...but no, he'd have to wait for his hard earned reward.
On entering the Koran territory, Fren feared none of the slow minded wolves and jsut pressed forward past the scent boundary. He had one many battles in his time, and even in his old age he was a strong fearless warrior who could take most down that stood in his path. So he saw little sense in asking for Tratto's Blessing when he was after all a member of the Balkar.
He soon got tired of walking and lost Demon's scent amongst the others so took a short stop under the shade of an over-hanging tree, and grunted as he lay down to rest. He growled deeply as his grey orbs scanned the area in which he lay, deformed and scarred muzzle wrinkling up with distaste. The territory was so perfect and happy looking under the sunlight...nothing like he was used to. It sickened him..*[/glow]
