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 Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 1:20 pm
 Where had all the fun gone? The excitement, and interesting individuals that usually roamed the lands like her? The pale female couldn't guess... sure it was nice spending serene time in solitude, and enjoying the pleasant simplicity's, but being a social creature like herself, Silent Snake found it a bit bland without the company of others.
It'd been months since she'd seen another wolf... since she'd spoken with another living being. She'd never had friends, really, and all of her meetings seemed fleeted and no where near fruitful. In the end everyone always went their separate ways... she was a mature wolf though, and didn't allow it to bring her into a state of depression, instead returning to a mode of silence, and residing in her built in instincts. She'd become a bit more primitive in her daily routines, and sort of shut off the part of her that was being neglected.
After traveling from a hunt just hours ago, the beautiful pale pelted wolf stalked calmly through the dense forest, black ears alert and listening, black legs gracefully striding, with a limp tail hanging behind. Her two-toned eyes slid back and forth once in awhile to take in her surroundings, but she didn't really stop for anything. Eventually she reached a small clearing that gave way to the trickling little stream she'd heard from afar, causing her to stop before it, and bend her neck to gratefully drink from with closed eyes.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 3:38 am
A dark sillhouette was walking slowly through the woods just among the old and big trunks of trees. It was a rather silly walk as the creature was taking big steps, with a goofy smile on. In case someone saw him, they would definitely think Dusty was a silly wolf. What made him look even funnier was his size- he was a bit larger than all the rest of the wolves in Kells. Another reason to assume he was a fool. With a size like that it didn't suit a wolf to be this futile. One of the main reasons he was a rogue and not in a pack was because others found him incredibly fly-by-night. Nobody knew him well enough to know that he was actually just a sentimental wolf who enjoyed being happy and enjoyed treasuring every little thing in his tiny life.
Dusty was satisfied after the meal he had just had- a nice big doe which would last him for quite a while. He wasn't the best hunter but he was quite clever and always picked the easiest, yet biggest prey. Of course, the life of a rogue wasn't easy. It would be a lot easier, if someone could help me with the hunting he'd often think to himself but the idea of trying to enter another pack, the humiliation, the evasion... it was all almost as if he were plagued. Nobody wanted someone like him inside their pack. He never understood why but he never really blamed them.
As his dark paws were making their way through the forest the trees were uncovering a gorgeous sight- a beautiful female near a sparkling stream of fresh water. Dusty felt a bit thirsty as soon as he saw the waters and remembered all the delicious meat he had just devoured which made him want to drink even more. He had to groom himself first, though. It wasn't everyday that he met a creature so beautiful and he surely didn't want to ruin the first impression so he stopped for a second, licking the dried blood off of his paws, cleaning his muzzle as he was certain it looked like a horrible mess of red and grey.
After a few moments of being vain he was ready to go and say hello so he started getting closer to the stream and the female wolf, trying not to scare her. As he was taking slower and smaller steps than he usually did with such a delicate note into his walk one could not see him try anyday, his mouth opened and he let his quiet, yet warm voice say "Hello there! Mind if I join you for a few gulps?".
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