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Post by Sicarius on Jan 29, 2006 15:27:00 GMT -5
The beginnings of the Darkwood had what seemed to be an invisible barrier that stretched for miles, leaving the untainted part clean of it's evil. One side was bright and green and the other, dark and forbearing. Only she new it's secrets and how to navigate through it's extensive miles of forests and marshes. Stepping into the Darkwood was like a going through and icy waterfall. Dead hawks and even a few wolves were tangled high in the trees, long dead, even so they looked fresh. Memory took her feet quickly over the tangled roots and other obstacles, deep inside the darkness.
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Post by kuro on Feb 1, 2006 11:24:02 GMT -5
A black male stepped cautiosly through the tangled mess, light paws tapping the ground like feathers, he seemed skinny although he wasnt, he had simply grown up with bad nurishment, it was a simple thing he had done alot now... Rarley eating or sleeping his body was ready to give out, though he wouldnt let it would stop and almost collapse, it was then he would struggle to keep it up, he walked on with rugged breath his sides heaving from the lack of nurishment.
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Post by Sicarius on Feb 1, 2006 18:04:15 GMT -5
The need of guidance had brought her here. She had discovered the secret to navigating through the Darkwood ages past. It was simple and not hard to figure out. Knowing of only one wolf who lived here, she sought out his council. He was wise beyond his years, to what extent they went to, only he knew. Only talking to him twice before, she knew little of him and his mysterious ways. Both times, he talked mainly in riddles, answering little. Remembering the first time she laid eyes upon him, brought a smile to her face.
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Post by D'Artagnan on Mar 3, 2006 18:53:24 GMT -5
0oC/ Join as Shaytan?
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Post by Sicarius on Mar 4, 2006 6:37:15 GMT -5
(Yes ^^. I have a twitch in my cheek)
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Post by D'Artagnan on Mar 4, 2006 14:49:40 GMT -5
Shaytan snarled, his face stung, cuts and bruises from his recent fight with former Pack member, D'Artagnan and his friend Sicarius still bleed openly. 0oC/ Writers block...should I join as a second wolf?
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Post by Sicarius on Mar 4, 2006 15:22:46 GMT -5
(If you want ^^)
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Post by D'Artagnan on Mar 4, 2006 18:52:12 GMT -5
0oC/ I know...
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Post by Sicarius on Mar 5, 2006 14:35:51 GMT -5
Slowing down to a trot, the wolf raised her maw to the sky and breathed in the moist, foul air. She thought she could sense other wolves but she wasn't sure. Her mahogany fur was caked with mud and other vile substances. She couldn't even see her white underbelly for it too was covered in mud from when she cross the marshlands. Now she was in the thick foresty part of that Darkwood and the stench of rotting flesh from high in the trees masked whatever scent that a wolf might radiate off. With a snort to her self, she continued on.
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