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Post by Wulfdabeast on Nov 7, 2009 5:52:33 GMT -5
Quicksilver relaxed himself. He noticed that Mora was deep in thought. I am Quicksilver. Quicksilver avoided the question of where he was from. He approached the water, only now realizing how thirsty he was. After he quenched his thirst, He looked over at Mora. She gazed over in the direction of Atyka. Her favorite part of the islands eh? Looks like she may want to leave soon. Shame too, I quite like this part of the island.
Quicksilver startled himself. He realized that he was thinking of leaving because Mora wanted to.
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Post by Sidroc on Nov 8, 2009 4:42:06 GMT -5
Oh, I don’t know, Sidroc replied to Mora. Hopefully I’ll join a pack, but I’m in no hurry. These are good lands – plenty of prey around and not much competition for it, but I’ll see if one of these packs will take me in eventually.
The breeze ruffled his fur and Sidroc smiled. He hadn’t seen much of this island, but he liked it already. I should at least take a look around before I join a pack, he thought. See what this island has to offer.
Sidroc realised that he had almost forgotten the other wolf with them when he spoke. As Quicksilver lowered himself to take a drink, Sidroc did too, taking another mouthful of water and then, thirst quenched, stepped back. I think I’m going to go and see some more of this island before I make up my mind though. It’s been nice talking to you, he said to Mora. Can’t say the same about you though, Quicksilver, he thought, but didn’t say it out loud.
Nodding politely to the older wolf, Sidroc looked around. Now, he thought. Where to go?
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Post by Tay on Nov 16, 2009 23:02:13 GMT -5
Mora nodded to the other male. She glanced once again toward the Atyka. I will be going too, then. She looked to Quicksilver and gave a friendly smile. You are more then welcome to join me, as are you Sidroc. With that said, she waited a moment her amber orbs gazing between the two. She then leap forward, calling a low howl of a farewell to any who didn't follow. The wind brushed through the hair on her back, coaxing her on. She felt herself smile. She loved to run.
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Post by Sidroc on Nov 19, 2009 6:38:19 GMT -5
Sidroc watched Mora bound away and grinned. Descision time, he thought. Follow her for a while, or go your own way.
As Mora ran, Sidroc was struck by how happy she looked, free and childish. No, he decided. That's not me. She was made for freedom. I was made for company.
So long, Quicksilver, he said. He began to walk off, but then, struck by a sudden urge, took off and ran flat out, almost laughing with exhilaration. Eventually, he slowed to his normal loping gait, set his eyes on the horizon, and didn't look back.
Well, only once.
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