Post by charred on Aug 6, 2006 16:45:28 GMT -5
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A shadowed figure stalked through the trees, their thick foliage covering up any possible places where sunlight could filter through.
Char left the darkness of the woods and stepped out onto the sand, paws sinking into the tiny shards of crystil. Ebon nose to the air, the brute wondered who could belong in such a place like this, who could abode in this land of night black sand. Sea water crashed threateningly along the border of the shore, taking the coal colors with it, and then washing them back onto the beach. Everything here seemed black, so that the light colors of Char's coat stood out. He had always wished for a black pelt, for the color of night shook more fearlessly than the normal colors of a wolf. But here it didn't matter the shades of his fur, Char liked this territory. No matter who lived here, he was almost certain that he wanted to join this pack. Nares flared out in the wind again, picking up the scent of a fae.
The graphite coated Wolphen lifted his ivory mug to the clouded sky, and released his song. His howl called the Alphess of Cryptic Cove to himself, and it petrified any peaceloving creatures around him. After his music had finished, Char layed his rump on the sand, water splashing against his paws.
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A shadowed figure stalked through the trees, their thick foliage covering up any possible places where sunlight could filter through.
Char left the darkness of the woods and stepped out onto the sand, paws sinking into the tiny shards of crystil. Ebon nose to the air, the brute wondered who could belong in such a place like this, who could abode in this land of night black sand. Sea water crashed threateningly along the border of the shore, taking the coal colors with it, and then washing them back onto the beach. Everything here seemed black, so that the light colors of Char's coat stood out. He had always wished for a black pelt, for the color of night shook more fearlessly than the normal colors of a wolf. But here it didn't matter the shades of his fur, Char liked this territory. No matter who lived here, he was almost certain that he wanted to join this pack. Nares flared out in the wind again, picking up the scent of a fae.
The graphite coated Wolphen lifted his ivory mug to the clouded sky, and released his song. His howl called the Alphess of Cryptic Cove to himself, and it petrified any peaceloving creatures around him. After his music had finished, Char layed his rump on the sand, water splashing against his paws.
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