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Date Posted: 14:00:12 06/28/02 Fri
Um, This will be my last post most likely for the next week. I'll be out of town and I doubt I'll beable to post from where I am going. So, Im going to put Pertinex as Dormant in this post..if you guys need him, someone can RP him while Im gone. -IC-
- Diligent orbs assimilated almost anything and everything about the Alpha male, but as the Alpha approached Pertinex, a certain traumatizing feeling overwhelmed the Beta. Suddenly the disposition of the ebony wolf sunk back into the distant ego that he had never had. Paws implanted into the ground, blackened lips that were charred yet moist, painted in a sunless pelage wept away in their own indignation, a feathered plume slowly began to descent, lowering. Though, not too low, he was still not quite used to this whole pack-thing ordeal. Sonars flirted back, laying upon the end of his cranium, that formidible gaze, looking away, not making contact to Mohokave, for that might perhaps lead to confrontation, and by all means, he wished to deter such a thing from happening.
Then as the Alpha spoke his words, the welcoming of the second in rank, still did his visage meet the ground. Greeting its leaves, its soil, and slowly did it trail upwards but not enough to bestow coerced punishment. This male before him was large, strong, healthy and well enough knowing what he is doing. Though, soon enough the Alpha was well and over, playing with the other's of the pack and dismissing the Beta to his own duty.
With that, paws soon gracefully traced upon the WindCatcher Territory. Saying nothing more, nothing less, having fallen silent to the approach of the nobel and royalty of the pack. Shoulder's rolling, paws denouncing the turning table of time, and moving under the blanket of the shadows for rest. The bleak canopy from above, thick and rich, full of diversity in which those of the canines hunt when the prey is fallen and on the ground, passing from tree to tree. Eyes scowering the forest floor for any rodents that might pass on, but none was seen.
The dark clouds rolled onto him, upon his form, weighing down the eyelids, and tired was the hewolven. So staking out a place beside a large treetrunk, under the calm breeze and the sunlight that slipped through the canopy. The wolf slowly slipped away, haunches coiling, forepaws sliding out, being embraced by the Sand man and overtaking him with dreams. Eyelids falling, head resting upon forepaws, slipping into the coma that might last for a while. Sleeping, and pushing himself into the wonderland only few can take over, those with imagination. Sleeping, ah yes..onwards to wonderland.-
Not my best, but I guess I'll see you guys in a week or so. Have fun, be safe and happy 4th of July! ^.^
-DynaKins Armenta
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