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Ice_Dragon_Demon
Ice_Dragon_Demon
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 Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 11:30 pm
 The shaman to be wandered in the packlands he had stayed in since he was young. Beere-Augen knew he was thinking of leaving with his brother soon. Beere’s ears stood straight as he listened to the things around him. Slowly be coming a shaman had heightened his senses he was able to hear and smell things most couldn’t. Kiros’s sent was still all over Beere, since Kiros had raised him like a son he had been hidden for such a long while and felt it was time he went to see what life had to offer before settling down in one place.
The cobalt blue wolf began to walk toward the outskirts of the packs territory. He wasn’t even a true part of the pack so only a few would miss him if any. Beere walked with the air and the birds as his only company.
There was some one near by Beere knew, the wind had told him so before returning to its normal state. He caught the sent of the wolf, he had smelt it some were before. Around the pack lands he figured. Perhaps it was just a normal pack wolf. He began to continue his journey away.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 8:08 am
(( Ice, Beere wasn't in the packlands until just recently. Most of his life was spent travelling with Kiros, as Kara kept them far out of these lands. He's met her once before, too. <3
You don't need to change the post, just thought I'd fill you in so you could understand my post better. ))
It took Kara many more passings of the sun and moon before she would finally pick a path. She go towards the place of entrance, stop, turn, and go back the other way.
There was only one way in, and one way out, or so she told the others. The river preventing people from entering any other place, so she and Beere were bound to meet somewhere along the line, and it wasn't a sure manner.
Not long after she'd finally convinced herself to move forwards, that scent struck her nose, and her ears went flat. At first, she thought of Kiros, for that was the wolf which came to mind, but no, it was not the grey. Her ears swiveled on her head for a long while, smelling and waiting for the scent to draw nearer, which it did. The young male, was undoubtedly, leaving the packlands. She didn't think she would have such luck with Kiros.
Her mind, however, was made up, and tail high and flicking she trudged her way towards him, not waiting for him to change direction. She wanted to be very sure she met him, especially since the passing of years would have grown him into a fine specimen of adulthood.
"Beere-Augen," she drummed, stepping through the trees to focus her pale blue eyes on his own purple. "How kind of you to stop by." The calmness for the pup that she had once felt was now drained from her mind. Unless the male proved otherwise, she thought only darkness in her heart for him. Had she known he was Shaman? That my stir other emotions for better or ill.
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