+~Entering~+

[sazzy]

+~'he cames with fire armed with spite, togther put, they are ready to fight. 'he stepping lightly around, glanceing around attentivly, 'he knew not what was happeneing, no one cared to tell 'er anything. Not since 'er parents 'ad died and 'er brother 'ad left.

++Why me?++

'he asked miserably, head handing low, mind untent on putting one foot infront of th' other~+

[Azalea]

|| Might I post here?||

Dull pink tongue peeked out from her blackened and cracked teeth, protruding ribs rippling underneath the canine's dull, dark brown fur. This wolf was not a pretty sight from even a distance, the skin tight pelt, that covered her, matted and tangled horribly, showing just about every bone in her body. The scrawny wolf was positioned ontop of a flat platform the gently inclining mountain side had provided, long, bleached grass covering it. She was standing stiff, tail swaying in a deadly beat and ears tilted back against her broad head. The smell of other wolves still set her in unease. She came into this land, unknowning what lurked in her future if she stayed here. A soft sigh escaped her lips, pelt shaking as though that would rid her of her hidden worries.

Female wolf stamped her feet on the ground, the most unusual part of her swirling about to see if the wolf she scented was as close as she believed. Only one bright grey eye turned about, where the other was to be was only an empty socket, scarred and scabbed. Though she was glad she came here this way. The current state her eye socket was in now was much better than the other pus covered and bloody positions. She froze when she saw a small gaping mouth into the underground, the scent of wolf and a few faded pawprints leading directly towards it. The scent was musky and a bit strange compared to the scents she was used too, as though it had come from far away. Or maybe it was just something he had eaten earlier? She couldn't be certain.

Small body leaped from the rock, padding after the smell and leaving her own scent of disease and blood behind her. She slipped into the triangular hole, able to straighten herself entirely after a few steps. She looked upwards and then on her pelt, which was covered now with little white speckles of light. Again, she gave herself a ruffle, continuing forward quickly, ears perked to hear her own footsteps thudding. She was hidden well in the shadows when her grey eye {which had actually turned into a blinding white since some light reflected off it} spotted the wolf, a male and sighing wolf to be specific. There was no chance of her hiding now with all the racket she had made.

"Hello?" she called out, voice surprisingly nice sounding though a tad hostile. All the submissiveness she once had left outside the cave. Her small body kept to the shadows still, only the slight gleam of her fur and her shiny eye visible.

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[sazzy]

+~'he turned, 'ead bent low, sonars picking up th' scent of another wolf, 'he grpwled softly, deep blue hues looking into th; shadows and seeing a faint outline, 'he stopped gorlwing when 'he saw it twas only another femmora like 'erself.~+

+~'er hackles were still up, and 'er sonars flicked back, and 'he looked at th' other femmora closly, 'he could see 'er bettre now, th' light shone on 'er grey hues, making them white. 'he glanced at 'er and walked closer, still curios, 'he 'ad n'er seen to many other wolves, 'er sire and dam 'ad been outcasts, away from any toher packs~+

++Hello++

+~'he replied, not care 'ow old 'he was, 'he looked young, like 'erself, but 'he 'adn't seen to many wolves to compare 'er with, 'he was bursting to ask question, that 'ad always been 'er problem, no mattyer 'ow much 'he was told there always seemed to be abother 'what if' in 'er lyrics.~+

+~'he didn't bother looking to closly, but 'he was facinated to learn what life in a pack was really like, to live with other wolves, to play 'tag' whatever that was, and to play 'hide and seek; 'he 'ad n'er ;eard of that before. 'er brother 'ad n'er played such games with 'er. 'he remained silent though it was 'ard for 'er, and waited and let th' other set th' topic for thier lyrics~+

[Azalea]

The dull wolf had shifted, the light no longer reflecting from her single eye. Small pupils took in the wolf's appearance, the female opposing her definitely taller though width seemed to be a different matter. She inhaled deeply, silently, certain that this wolf was not from a place she had been before. Grey eyes watched her moment's hesitation before replying with a similar greeting, seeing curiosity grow in her blue eyes.

She realized for a moment that this wolf had no clue what she was about to see come from the shadows, and was almost feeling sympathetic. Well, not quite, but you get her drift. Mouth opened, a few words escaping, "I am Fachon, and you?". Even her breath smelled like disease, hopefully that would be enough of a warning about what this new wolf was about to see. Dark brown body took a step into the brightened middle of the underground tunnels, grey eye focused on her while the socket lay empty and covered with dried blood. Her small ears were tilted back, rattish tail swaying slowly. She did not look very welcoming or nice, the only proper word to describe her stance was proud.

Fachon waited for this other wolf's reply, a scowl on her own muzzle.

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[sazzy]

+~'he gasped and looked at the other curisoly, 'he looked like death, then again, so did she, although 'er pewlt was scarred with past battks

+|Twilight|+

'he spat

[Azalea]

Fachon performed an expression that almost looked like she was raising a brow, the scowl from her muzzle replaced with a very tiny, smug, smile. She know, too, could get a better glimpse at this wolf introduced as Twilight. Her grey eyes took a quick notice of the scars that she had recieved over her years. However, Fachon could not yet guess if the battles she recieved them from was mostly lost or mostly won. She ruffled her fur, picking out proper words to reply to Twilight's, almost digusted, spit out of her name. The way she said her words, she sounded unimpressed to be here, but the curiousity still lurked in her eyes. Fachon let her smile grow a tiny bit, but if she was trying to make it reassuring, she failed. A flash of yellowed and black teeth showed as she opened her mouth to speak.

"I've been perfectly polite to you," Fachon informed, in a cold, mocking voice, "I find there is no need to spit out your words at me."

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[chiquine]

Nobody is on and it is 6:03p.m on July 20,2006

------> NOTE FROM ADMIN: Please keep random OOC (out of character) declarations like this in the OOC boards- thanks
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