Post by Neithan on Jun 28, 2007 16:13:59 GMT -5
((Wolfwren, if you want, you can join too.))
Zabarack cautiously stepped into the pack lands, knowing that he had just been accepted into Koran. He also knew that he knew almost nobody here. He stepped on, still cautious, though Phantom herself allowed him to join Koran. He hoped that she would be the first varg to greet him, but if she wasn't.... Well, let's just hope that his welcome would be friendly. He kept padding warily through the forest. His step was quiet, but lively. 'Just keep putting one foot in front of the other, and just ignore the consequences,' he thought. Sol was setting in the distance, casting the Terra with shades of red, pink and orange. The moon's reign over the sky had just begun, and Sol's just ended. Twilit woods were generally dangerous, but Zabarack didn't care, for he had more danger in his sleep. He could hold his ground against hostile vargs, but he prefered not to fight. Onward he walked....
He kept walking through the forest, his stride steady, and his speed constant. It would not be long until he reached Koran. Onward he walked....
A familiar shape burst from the trees. It was a varg, and not just any varg, it was electric blue! He laughed, and ran up to the varg, and said, "Hello, Tron!" A hint of sadness was in his eyes that was not there when they first met, but he thought, almost knew, that Tron would recognize him.
Zabarack cautiously stepped into the pack lands, knowing that he had just been accepted into Koran. He also knew that he knew almost nobody here. He stepped on, still cautious, though Phantom herself allowed him to join Koran. He hoped that she would be the first varg to greet him, but if she wasn't.... Well, let's just hope that his welcome would be friendly. He kept padding warily through the forest. His step was quiet, but lively. 'Just keep putting one foot in front of the other, and just ignore the consequences,' he thought. Sol was setting in the distance, casting the Terra with shades of red, pink and orange. The moon's reign over the sky had just begun, and Sol's just ended. Twilit woods were generally dangerous, but Zabarack didn't care, for he had more danger in his sleep. He could hold his ground against hostile vargs, but he prefered not to fight. Onward he walked....
He kept walking through the forest, his stride steady, and his speed constant. It would not be long until he reached Koran. Onward he walked....
A familiar shape burst from the trees. It was a varg, and not just any varg, it was electric blue! He laughed, and ran up to the varg, and said, "Hello, Tron!" A hint of sadness was in his eyes that was not there when they first met, but he thought, almost knew, that Tron would recognize him.
(Thanks Shunke)