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Post by taboo on Nov 10, 2011 13:51:39 GMT -5
The heat of the summer sun shone down with
incredible force, making the air thick and hard to
breathe. There was a simple, light breeze that
rustled the long grasses and the green leaves
that hung so avidly to their mother trees. A
lone male wolf walked slowly across a sunlit
plain, his mousy pelt shimmering like silk. He
seemed to have no destination in mind; he was
simply walking to have something to do. This
male was new to the land, he was still exploring.
His name was Lion. He was a simple wolf, not
only in coloring but in personality as well.
Being a gentle natured soul, who loved the
heat, he had headed south from his initial
arrival. He had passed through a cold, frigid
territory that was claimed by another he had
not stopped to see. The arctic tundra gradually
shifted into a beautiful forest, however and
the tall male stopped atop a large hill to
over-look the terra. It was filled with trees,
mostly broadleaved, with a rare pine from what
he could see. Lion lifted his muzzle to the air,
smelling and listening for the scent or call
of another; one who had claimed this land
already. Nothing came though, and all was
quiet for several long minutes before he
made his decision. He would start a pack
here, in this warm land. It was perfect, the
forest provided shade and plenty of cover
for prey. And space. So much space.
Lion lifted back his cranium and let loose a
loud, mighty howl. Letting all those within
hearing range that this was now his land.
A large, ebonite raven soared behind the
wolf, perching himself on the large wolfs'
shoulder. He nodded his approval at his
friends' choice in land, before flying off
further into the land; followed shortly by
Lion, who chased after the raven into
the forest.
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