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Post by Novel on Oct 19, 2009 14:14:38 GMT -5
Sebuir's smooth gait led him across his lands to the very edge of his territory. His nostrils widened as he took in the scent of his boundaries, hoping for a sheer moment that he might smell his mothers scent. Nothing came, and his tail lowered from his hopeful position into one of rejection. His golden-brown eyes looked across his border toward Soleil lands, his nose twitching at the air. He wondered if his mother had even made it, and if she had, why she had not returned. He wondered if he was the only wolf left alive, he certainly had not seen another soul in a fairly long time, but most of all he wondered why no new wolves swam across that great ocean, as his forefathers had, to repopulate this great land.
His eyes, beyond wise for his age, turned first from the boundaries of two previously great packs. Sadness clung to him in great tides as he crept away. He didn't bother re-marking his fading scent, it wouldn't matter now anyway. If anyone was alive out there, he welcomed them into his land.
He slunk to a rock and hopped onto it, ears back and tail curled close to him as he lay in the fading sunlight. His ears rocked back and forth, listening to the sound of the land. All around him, other species were thriving, but he lay there alone, empty, and sad. |
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Post by montreve on Oct 27, 2009 11:57:25 GMT -5
Traversing the hilly country with a faint pack scent had early on given Montreve reason to be cautious, but as the days wore on and no sounds of a pack were heard. He wondered if perhaps this territory was abandoned. As he wound his way along the beaten path he found, he wondered why he had met so few wolves since he arrived here. He didn't really mind the absence of others. Territorial pack wolves were not his ideal creatures to deal with. After wandering on his own for three years Montreve could attest to their usual nastiness.
Coming around another bend near some boulders, a strong scent hit him as a crosswind blew across his muzzle. Pausing and doing a quick scan with his eyes and ears, Montreve soon spotted a large male perched on a rock, looking peaceful, but somehow not how he should if he were to be defending his territory. Uttering a low woof to anounce his presence, the tall dark male stood his ground and waited. Better to alert him instead of being accused of sneaking around...
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Post by Novel on Oct 30, 2009 23:38:42 GMT -5
Sebuir's ears flickered, and for a moment he thought he heard the sound of something approaching. He snorted, not even bothering to look up. Probably a rabbit. It won't get too close anyways... he thought to himself, closing his eyes away from the harsh reality he was living in. He tail twitched against the wind as he contemplated getting up and chasing the rabbit for dinner.
However, another sound broke through that thought. Sebuir's eyes opened as he lifted his head quickly, ears perked towards the source of the sound. Is that a wolf...? His eyes narrowed, focusing on the foreign sight. It most certainly had the outline of another wolf. His tail flicked hopefully as he stood on his rock, looking down at the other wolf. Sebuir didn't even bother to get angry over the fact his territory had been invaded... this was another wolf!
Hello, stranger! His voice boomed, excitement rattling through it. His voice was a bit rough, hardly being used to speak to another wolf in such a long time, Hello there! You have passed onto Lune territory! My name is Sebuir. Who are you? His tail wagged weakly, It has been so very long since I have seen another wolf.. where do you hail from? His head tilted to the side, eyes flashing excitedly. (( lol. Poor excited Sebuir. He normally doesn't get this excited XD )) |
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Post by montreve on Nov 9, 2009 21:06:00 GMT -5
Montreve was taken aback as the male just about exploded with excitement at seeing a stranger on his turf. He quirked an eyebrow and swiveled one dark ear back, listening for the ambush that was sure to come. He stood that way for a short time, but to his avail no others arrived. Finally perking both ears towards the pale male before him, the dark wolf spoke in a low deep voice "I go by Montreve, and I hail from the distant shores beyond this isle." His voice was a little rough from lack of use and he quietly cleared his throat before continuing, "Sebuir, I assume you lead this... pack?" His tone harsher than he'd intended, but Montreve wasn't sure what to make of this male just yet. If he hoped to attract wolves for his rather small pack, he ought to make sure he puts up a strong enough scent. A faded pack scent says otherwise.
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