Post by Riot on Jan 13, 2006 23:23:30 GMT -5
The thud of his paws echoed off the birch trees bark.Stepping into the un-breached terrain, the brute of large stature smelt the musk of other creatures.Oculars of dusty green scanned the trunks of the trees around him, aslo searching between.Steppung forht, the deep black of his paws, only counting two white sox, continued on their way through the forest.The soles of his paws breaking every fallen twig and branch they come upon.His oculars of dusty brown still scanned the terrain, taking in the features of everything they catch sight of.His tounge lolled out the left side of his maw, as the sun overhead beared down on the brute's dark fur.
Still moving through the forest, the sound of water became stronger.His paws still broke the branches in his way, his muscles rippling with every stride.He had the stature of an alpha, yet he was not.
His travels have made the brute weary.His dusty green oculars, too, grew weary, making it slightly hard to see where the brute went, yet the brute did not want to lye down.Soon coming upon a blue stream, the brute moved forward and dipped his dark-colored maw into it, giving him a refreshing wake-up.Lapping up the water, the brute closed his oculars, enjoying the drink.
He lifted his maw from the water and once again scanned the rugged terrain.Not seeing any other wolf, the brute lifted his muzzle into the darkening sky and let his voice dance away with the wind, to capture the ears of all who was near, claiming the land for his own.He lowered his muzzle, then lowered his body to his haunches, underneath a shady oak tree, and awaited a reply.
Still moving through the forest, the sound of water became stronger.His paws still broke the branches in his way, his muscles rippling with every stride.He had the stature of an alpha, yet he was not.
His travels have made the brute weary.His dusty green oculars, too, grew weary, making it slightly hard to see where the brute went, yet the brute did not want to lye down.Soon coming upon a blue stream, the brute moved forward and dipped his dark-colored maw into it, giving him a refreshing wake-up.Lapping up the water, the brute closed his oculars, enjoying the drink.
He lifted his maw from the water and once again scanned the rugged terrain.Not seeing any other wolf, the brute lifted his muzzle into the darkening sky and let his voice dance away with the wind, to capture the ears of all who was near, claiming the land for his own.He lowered his muzzle, then lowered his body to his haunches, underneath a shady oak tree, and awaited a reply.