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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2015 17:00:35 GMT -6
 STYGIAN OF THE CRYSTAL POND PACK Sty had never seen a snake before. His first encounter with the slithering reptile did not end very well for one of them.
He trotted away from the bloodstained clearing with a wide cheshire grin on his muzzle and a dead serpent hanging from his neck like a particularly gory piece of jewelry. That had been such fun! A shame that there weren't other snakes nearby, he would've loved to keep playing with them. But alas… all good things came to an end eventually.
Moons of solitude had done strange things to the dark-furred canine. Stygian figured it was about time that he showed himself for the first time in two seasons. The wolves of this forest needed someone to remind them just how fragile their lives really were, and who better to fill that role than himself? WORDS: 138 || WRITTEN FOR: Yechta NOTES - For @yechta, but just message me if you're interested in joining. template by Margie @ Adoxography v2 |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 9:20:29 GMT -6
CLEOPATRA IS THE ONLY ONE YOU LOVED  ► The black she-wolf poked her wet nose about in the nearby undergrothe Joining Ceremony, searching for some kind of rare herb most likely. Yechta was focused on her goal to find the plant, her eyes narrowed and snout snuffling as many types of powdery scents hit her incisors. An ordinary wolf would probably jerk back from the flurry of powerful smells; however, the little shaman was used to this by now. If anything it ended up conditioning her and making her sense of smell more powerful than average. She was suddenly able to make out a distinction, the scent of a wolf nearby. Yechta lifted her head and weaved her petite frame through the brush and thick-smelling herbs; crouching as she peered through the slight part in the foliage. The shaman was sure she recognized this wolf - perhaps, she had only seen him once or twice. She never forgot a face though. As the name reached her in a few moments, she perked her ears and pushed her way from her hiding place - though she made no sudden movements. She didn't want to alarm the larger male. "Stygian? I haven't seen you around here in ages." She spoke, addressing the wandering wolf. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 9:44:55 GMT -6
STYGIAN OF THE CRYSTAL POND PACK A snuffling, rustling noise caused the Eurasian wolf's ears to perk. Stygian might have forgotten about most of his old companions by now, but his memories of the shaman had somehow stuck. So when his old companion peeked out from a sickly-smelling bush, he just grinned wider and padded over, bloodied serpent still dangling around his neck.
"Yechta! Yes, yes, I suppose it has been a while. How have you been? Still running with Amaryllis?" The amiable chatter was just enthusiastic enough to be somewhat unnerving, though this was typical for Sty. It was always nigh-impossible to tell whether he really was so eager to talk or was just trying to manipulate his conversation partner.
But he was glad to see Yechta again, really. They'd done great things before his disappearance. Who knew what the future would hold?
… Well, aside from a new set of garish nicknames. WORDS: 147 || WRITTEN FOR: Yechta NOTES - n/a template by Margie @ Adoxography v2 |
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