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Kaiyn
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Date Posted: 14:15:22 11/23/04 Tue
Author Host/IP: d4-137.rt-bras.ld.centurytel.net/69.29.171.137
He stood in the empty chamber, after his paws had tread the whole of Camelot, and waited for his lady. Not his lady, in mate, but per se. He the king, and she the queen. He didn't feel like a king. He felt like an outcast, thrust into the highest position and expected to fulfill it flawlessly. Maybe he looked the part though, with his sable, nearly white coat that was ghostly in the half-light of dawn that filtered through the windows, and his extrodinarily blue eyes. The ones that showed so much emotion it was hard to tell if he actually showed any at all. He wasn't a small wolf, in fact, he was well sized, and well muscles thanks to his father, with a grace blessed upon him by his mother. With a start, he realized he had paused in his travels in the throne room. Slowly, he strode across it and stared at the thrones. Was he really meant to have it? Another glance searched for his lady, and he turned, settling his haunches on the cold stone floor. Perhaps she could help him.
ooc-does you want me to do something? Pictures mayhaps? Do we need those? or descriptions? or clearing stuff? and do we really need all those positions?
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