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Post by selantra on Oct 1, 2009 16:20:33 GMT -5
:.Golden highlights of weak sun splatted across the granite rock, the collage of quartz and formica, glistening in a silent dance. A soft breeze mozied through the trees, the heavy timber leaves swaying to and fro with the gentle prod of the sun, the soft rustle beat against the brute's sensitive eardrum with a steady woosh.The lull of the autumn symphony was hypnotic, the air crisp and cool with each steady deep breathe Takal took. Chocolate orbs surveyed the land of Farbe, with a subdued gaze, the edges of his mahogany pools gleamed with anticipation.This is what he had waited for, finally, he had arrived in the land. It had taken him almost til the end of fall, his serpetine path drawn out but all the varying terrain of this beautiful land had been surveyed. The edges of the abandoned desert, to the base of the frozen mountain, to the border of the dark Asmeth forest, rank with a familiar scent, and finally he stood in the epicenter of Farbe, slightly lost, but pleasantly so.
A peculiar bark joined the symphony of autumn, the cool air punctured by the yelping bark. It was short and simple, no tone hidden behind the uttered vocals.He was left to ponder whether he had done right by doing so, sure that his scent had stood out in the clear autumn air. Musky, it polluted the clean air,poignant to even the untrained nose.He could only hope that he had done right, settling his pumpkin haunches on the granite seat, his stunted tail wrapping around him half way,shoulders hunched over.Calm and relaxed, for the real test was to come.
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Post by selantra on Oct 6, 2009 22:24:05 GMT -5
well, it seems it doesnt want to update it. I posted
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Post by Pocket Kitsune on Oct 10, 2009 14:26:00 GMT -5
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It was not in her nature in these past weeks to venture more than two steps beyond the darkened and yawning maw of the den. The pups she had whelped had fully occupied her hours, and time taken for herself was always between one fleeting breath and the next. Yet in recent weeks, their pelts had turned as if in wondrous synchronicity with the autumn leaves themselves. No longer were the pups a dull slate. Their pelts, short cropped to their small bodies as they were, had begun to reveal the first glimmering of their true nature. And biased though the mind of the mother often is, Amaya did not feel so in claiming that they were beautiful. Their eyes and ears too, had opened. The fist strains music from the outside world had touched them.
And so, with the day drawing closer to when they would emerge from the pack and greet both their father and their subjects alike, Amaya had at last ventured from the den. She moved stiffly at first--her limbs a bit wooden from their endless days of disuse, curled against her so in such a restrictive space. Nonetheless, the sun, hidden as it was beyond the veil of the clouds, was just warm enough to be a pleasing sensation along her pelt.
She had not ventured from the den long before the note of a bark echoed upon the crisp silence of the autumnal wood. At once, her ears perked, muscles tensing in leery alert. The voice sounded foreign to her ears--no greeting that slipped from the maw of the familiar. Part of her grimaced inwardly in annoyance, her ears pinning back against her pate in displeasure.
Can't Aurex handle this...? It wasn't so much that she was utterly against handling the matter--but her maternal instincts had her jumping at the thought of shadows, eager to slip into the silence of the den and care for her children. She sighed quietly when no answering call resounded.
I suppose it's up to me after all, then.
She started off swiftly in the direction of the call, her eyes focused and intense as she flashed like a shadow through the underbrush. It wasn't long until she caught his scent. It was a rich and pungent scent--as exotic as any foreign spice. And a few moments later, she broke into the clearing, to find him reclining on the very stone she had once founded these lands on. A wry smile touched her lips at the memory, and she stole up to him in silence.
"Hail," she said simply. "You have entered my lands. May I ask, milord, for what purpose?"
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Post by selantra on Oct 10, 2009 15:18:58 GMT -5
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Post by Pocket Kitsune on Dec 5, 2009 17:16:51 GMT -5
It's been a little over two months since your last post. I'm going to archive this. If you come back and would like to continue the thread, then it will be unlocked and moved back into Farbe.
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