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 Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 11:05 am
Ataji was wandering, paw after paw, in that slightly intimidating, aggressive stance he took almost naturally after so long as a viking. It wasn't out and out LOOK AT ME, no, less brash, less obnoxious. It wasn't a swagger, more of a stalk, a sense of fluid movement that told you exactly who you were messing with. It's not that he was concentrating on that, persay, but he certainly wasn't aware of where he was wandering, more concerned with the thoughts drifting about his head.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 7:35 am
The red male was looking for shinies once more. It was as if his desire
for them never ceased. If he found something, he always wanted more. Always.
He walked proudly, though he swayed a bit from the effects of the fruit earlier.
It had been a few hours since he had eaten any of the fermented fruit, so its affects
were wearing off. Damn..
He flicked his tail side to side, sweeping it across the earth. The clouds were rolling in,
and he could hear thunder echoing behind them. A storm was coming, and he was rather far from his
crew.
He cursed himself and shook his head. What was wrong with him? Why had he gone so far and now
would be caught in the rain. He shrugged though, he supposed life could be worse. He could be away
from home for awhile and be fine. So stretching his body out, his claws unsheathed and his tongue curled
out from his maw.
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