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Post by f a n g . - - on Jun 1, 2010 7:48:10 GMT -5
The russet fur brushed through the trees, his black claws silent as he passed through the graveyard. An imp ran past him, and he pounced after in, snapping his jaws closed an inch away from it's skin. It make a tiny shreik and ran quickly away before the maned wolf could attack it again. Raising his head high, his pale eyes shone defiantly. So much for scaring the crap out of imps and then nearly biting their skins off just for something to do.
Backing up, he survied his surroundings. the gloomy graveyard hung here. crooked trees with gnarled rots, twisted trunks, the rotten wood. He turned his head away and stared at the moon. Why had this happened? He was now a rogue, but yet he felt out of place. He didn't feel like he belonged. He slowly closed his eyes, feeling the moonlight wash over him. He was here now, why vanish?
He sat down, not really knowing it, and oppened his eyes and gazed at the stars. He wondered what was it like the be in the sky, long dead, to watch your desendants. Blinking, his gaze drifted back to the moon. It was so peaceful here, so quiet. Like the way his life had been before it collapsed on top of him.
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Post by accalia on Jun 21, 2010 17:54:19 GMT -5
Accalia was dashing through the Skeletal Graveyard. She had that feeling that something was chasing her...That she couldn't escape it, no matter how hard she tried. She heard some scurrying up ahead and saw an imp up ahead. It ran right past her. What was that about?
Then, she saw a wolf up ahead in the moonlight. It was a maned wolf, just like her...But she thought this place was empty. Hm...Then she realized she hadn't stopped running as she thought, and at the last second she screamed, "Look out!" She tried to skid to a halt, not really able to stop abruptly at the speed she was going. She was going to crash right into him!
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Post by sloannight on Jul 8, 2010 7:49:06 GMT -5
Sloan sat alone in the trees, the graveyard just barely visible through half-closed eyes. This place was a good place to relax. Without warning, a male wolf, a maned wolf with russet fur. He pounced at an imp that just happened to be walking by, and Sloan smirked a bit. This was humorous. She watched him from the trees, surprised her white fur didn’t give her away. Her grey paws were still, her whole body barely moving as she watched him. Slowly, he sat down, tilted his head back and gazed up at the stars. He liked stars too? Or maybe it was just the matter of wolves that loved the night sky. Why else would they howl at the moon?
Harru lay beside her, falling asleep, and she looked down at her Spirit silently, wondering why in the world he liked to sleep so much. The red fox was tired all the time, no matter how long he slept!
Sloan was interrupted from her thoughts on Harru when she heard someone howl, “Look out!” And a female wolf came like a bullet out of the forest, as though she was being followed closely. She and the male collided, and Sloan winced, wondering if they were okay. Harru, of course, could care less, he was still asleep. Sloan knew some kind of conversation was going to ensue, so she simply sat there and waited as the two wolves struggled back onto their feet, looking for a proper time to insert herself.
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