Turkish
Cub
carried in the jaws of death, back to life to seek revenge
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Post by Turkish on Feb 15, 2005 20:35:09 GMT -5
the sun sparkled off the lake, peeking threw a break in the clowds. Slowly a Black and brown varg wandered from out of the bushes. he quietly aproched the lake ahead of himm, and lapped up some water. He wasn't exspecting any one to come over, but out of habbit he looked around to see if any one was there. Sighing after seeing no one, turkish looked back at the water, watching his reflection ripple in the water.
Looking in to the water, he could see a few white hairs, that strayed from the white tuffs the grew from his shoulder. growling at the memorie of how they were created, he floped over and rolled in the dirt and mudd, trying to make them any color but white.
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Post by Falstaf on Feb 15, 2005 20:51:21 GMT -5
Wandering through the forest was a she-wolf. Her coat was a dark hue and her eyes gleamed silver. Yet they seemed to gleam more as she spotted somehting up ahead. She scented the air and smelt the fresh cold scent of the ending winter air. The trees were still bare and wet. Yet it was mild. Spring was soon to come and Falstaf was glad. Winter had brought so many hardships.
She lifted her maw to the breeze and found several hare tracks below her. She saw them continue up ahead and then saw its dark from, twitching. It suddenly saw her and bolted. Saliva starting to form, she dashed after it. The hare was a sprinter though, not a runner and Falstf soon caught up with it. She snapped at it and its pace grew slower. She soon had its dead limp form hanging out of her jaws and she snapped its neck. She tossed it to the ground and tore into the vension. As the blood stained her maw, she slowly gazed up. With the blood scent still fresh, she couldn't smell anything, but saw it all the same. By the lake up ahead was another form. A lupine form. A varg. With the rabbit beneath her, she gazed at the stranger, wondering if he had noticed her.
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