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Dage
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Date Posted: 12:24:53 06/03/03 Tue
In reply to:
Cloe
's message, "(*Giggles insanely*)" on 11:55:26 06/03/03 Tue
Dage
paradise found
As still as death itself, the little pup lays upon the den's floor, seemingly asleep. However, stirring about his body awakens him unpleasantly. His eyes flicker open, unmasking their colour for the first time: an eerie chlorine green, sharp even in his young age. He rolls unceremoniously onto his belly, dirt specs sticking to his dark mahogan' coat, a hue rich and deep, contrasting remarkably from the other puppies of the litter. He stumbles about, situating himself next to Astra. Abrasive green eyes gaze upon their mother, who stirs as if to leave. Mud hued mug tilts to the side. He stays where he is, young and frail, the curse of being so small. Strangely, the third oldest successor of the monarchy is unmindful of how he is to become, being far too young and devastatingly impressionable. Yet one thing is certain, his stiffly dignified posture hints at one thing: primeval self-assurance, a seed of arrogance destined to grow and prosper. Gaze averts to his older sister, Astra, a young smirk given.. something that the young wolf will surely possess throughout his years.
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