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Post by Robbie Miller on Aug 18, 2006 14:24:50 GMT -5
A small frog frog sat on a log dozing in the sun. A large shadow appeared in front of this frog causing him to jump and turn around. Upon seeing nothing behind him the frog let its eyes droop and continued its nap. But what could have made the shadow? A wolf padded through the woods with a look of determination on his face. His eyes scanned the dense forest watching for any movment, his nose sniffing the air for any unfamiliar scent. What could this wolf be looking for? The answer is simple. He is not looking for anything, but he is waiting for any potential wolves who want to join the Night Wolves. He had been waiting and watching for nearly four days without any luck so he had decided to, instead of staying in one place, walk the borders of his terrain and watch for the wolves to find his pack.
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Nikaida
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Nikaida, the feirce fighter
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Post by Nikaida on Aug 21, 2006 12:35:26 GMT -5
A white wolf sat by a stream, her blue eyes scanning her surroundings. She was strong and lean, after sesons of being a loner and having to fight off males larger than her. she was short tempered, but wished to be loyal to a pack.
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Post by Robbie Miller on Aug 23, 2006 17:00:47 GMT -5
Truls stopped, he sniffed the air, "So," he thought, "Someone has finally found the Night Wolves" He turned and trotted in the direction of the scent. As the scent got stringer he heard the sound of running water. He approached the stream and saw the white wolf. "Who are you and why are you here?" he asked from across the stream. Finding a swallow spot he bound across the stream and came towards the wolf, with his tail held high, a sign of his rank in the Night Wolves. He quickly shook his fur free of water and said: "If you are passing though then continue on your way."
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Post by darkwolf813 on Aug 30, 2006 19:29:26 GMT -5
Era bounded through a forest, her black paws making the snow beneath her feet crunch icily. She didn't exactly know where she was going...she was just going. She stopped and shook out her pelt, sending small flecks of ice in several different directions. Her breathing was heavy and her stomach hurt. She hadn't eaten in two days. She chewed on the side of her tongue, hazel colored eyes surveying the area for any sign of possible life.
A footstep.
She turned around quickly to see a small squirrel scurrying up a tall tree. She cursed under her breath then walked on slowly. She stood tall, a femme that wasn't afraid to be attacked nor to fight. She a heard a wolf, speaking in the distance. She thingyed an eyebrow, looking about, but walked on cautiously (sp?). Her breathing was still heavy and she was exhausted. Maybe, if she got very lucky she would find a place to sleep for the night. Maybe even another wolf to talk to.
A twig snapped somewhere, it was probably just another squirell, but she didn't know if she was in pack territory or not.
She coughed loudly, the cold starting to sink in through her fur. Wonderful... She thought.
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Post by rayford on Aug 13, 2013 18:28:23 GMT -5
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Post by rayford on Oct 19, 2013 11:20:11 GMT -5
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