Post by Bristol on Dec 25, 2005 10:55:53 GMT -5
{{About time I got this thread up}}
Tor's eye was slowly sinking into the eastern horizon. The creamy light that had once lit the forest was beginning to fade as the large moon engulfed itself in white light. It seemed to be drowning or falling into a darkened abyss. The stars were slowly twinkling out so only stars to the east were visable. To the west the heavens were becoming lighter with the coming of Fenris, the mighty sun god of the vargs.
During the time of dawn a noticeable shadow slunk through the forest. The creature was moving swiftly and silently, dodging the trees that blocked it's path. The beast was large, but only slighter larger than an average wolf, but strong muscles were easily seen through the thick winter pelt. Flakes of snow covered the lera as it stalked the shadows, making it seem tri-colored instead of a single color. Two scars were easily distinguished as well, jagged lines of tan in the ebon coat.
As the shadow progressed two peircing blue shaded oculars were discernable. They were off hue from one another, one was slightly lighter than the other, but that was a feature that was easily skipped or unnoticed.
Bristol moved with surprising speed through the thick vegitation. Snow covered the ground and in some places there were drifts. But the day was warming up, due to the rising of the sun. Frost was clinging to anything possible, and making the Dragga's fur look like many spikes. He looked like he was blowing smoke, for his breath was creating clouds as it left his maw. Inhaling the sweet aroma of List Bristol's eyes grinned in excitement. Today was the day that he would truly meet the rest of the pack, today was the day for training.
The ebony shadowed cleared the forest and headed for an outcropping of rocks near the mountain. So many things had happened around this particular summit, it only seemed right that he should start the training here. Ascending the slope he leapt onto the large rock that his former Dragga had once before, where he had called for the training session, where Bristol now would call again like it had been so many years *?* past. Raising his bulky cranuim to the heavens he opened his maw and let go his majestic voice into the territory, calling forth his pack for training and seeing what each member had.
{{Sucky post, but done quickly }}
Tor's eye was slowly sinking into the eastern horizon. The creamy light that had once lit the forest was beginning to fade as the large moon engulfed itself in white light. It seemed to be drowning or falling into a darkened abyss. The stars were slowly twinkling out so only stars to the east were visable. To the west the heavens were becoming lighter with the coming of Fenris, the mighty sun god of the vargs.
During the time of dawn a noticeable shadow slunk through the forest. The creature was moving swiftly and silently, dodging the trees that blocked it's path. The beast was large, but only slighter larger than an average wolf, but strong muscles were easily seen through the thick winter pelt. Flakes of snow covered the lera as it stalked the shadows, making it seem tri-colored instead of a single color. Two scars were easily distinguished as well, jagged lines of tan in the ebon coat.
As the shadow progressed two peircing blue shaded oculars were discernable. They were off hue from one another, one was slightly lighter than the other, but that was a feature that was easily skipped or unnoticed.
Bristol moved with surprising speed through the thick vegitation. Snow covered the ground and in some places there were drifts. But the day was warming up, due to the rising of the sun. Frost was clinging to anything possible, and making the Dragga's fur look like many spikes. He looked like he was blowing smoke, for his breath was creating clouds as it left his maw. Inhaling the sweet aroma of List Bristol's eyes grinned in excitement. Today was the day that he would truly meet the rest of the pack, today was the day for training.
The ebony shadowed cleared the forest and headed for an outcropping of rocks near the mountain. So many things had happened around this particular summit, it only seemed right that he should start the training here. Ascending the slope he leapt onto the large rock that his former Dragga had once before, where he had called for the training session, where Bristol now would call again like it had been so many years *?* past. Raising his bulky cranuim to the heavens he opened his maw and let go his majestic voice into the territory, calling forth his pack for training and seeing what each member had.
{{Sucky post, but done quickly }}