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Date Posted: 15:56:35 08/13/02 Tue
-= Spellbinding hues of archaic gold spun about, prowling with it’s own pleasure as the Alpha stood diligently, peering quizzically at the antics of the two yearlings, Komau and Jasmine, not too far from his right side. Mohokave growled in stolen amusement, glad to see his packmates socializing with each other. Splayed toes gripped the earth, testing the firmness with each squeeze, vermilion paws washing over the lands with careful precision. Sounds groped about those tall sonars, teasing sensitive cochlea with a certain noise; a whine from his Alphess. Jaws clipped with a diabolical ‘click’, fleshy lips pressing into a grimace as whiskers twitch, a soft grunt echoing within his large chest. =-
-= So limbs slipped forward, muscles recoiling and stretching with each step, potent and proud. Scarlet pelt clung tightly to that physique, dripping about each crevice and sprawling with that affirmative, rare shade. Inhales swept across the pits of his snout, processing each scent, making sure each one carried a familiar and positive scent. Everything seemed fine and so Mohokave went, easily sweeping by the Gamma Female and Komau with nigh a sound. Although, his skull tipped a bit, watching Komau with an intense gaze. =-
-=Ranks were to be established soon, and this one would be considered carefully. And so, the neck swept to the direction of the tiny Valoris, freely dodging by the two wolvens. A grunt escaped ebon lips as he halted his steps, a soft growl pressing against the roof his maw. Beacons throttled forward, prodigious cranium held high. A silent snarl reached his maw, upper lip lifting softly, pondering where the young one was going unattended. A glare shot at Komau first, muscles growing tense under that rolling hide. But no, the Alpha quickly relaxed as his Beta drew in to meet the pup, that hard expression floating free from his features. A content growl mewled instead as Mohokave pivoted, palatial coat of crimson whisking with that turn. =-
-= He steadily made his way to the perched Masuaki, lupine beacons folding gently against that large crown, a dark whimper mumbling softly as the snout buried against her thick nape, rousing that soft coat. A nuzzle brushed against her chest as the muzzle drew downwards, that incredible body pressing gingerly against Masuki, tongue draped out to lash against her cheek. Stones of gold flickered delicately, before his hawk’s gaze softened a bit, turning to press his snout against her forehead with a soft exhale. =-
“Something aching you, dear Masuaki?”
-= Mohokave questioned with a soft rumble, whiskers twitching about. The tail tip lashed against his flank as it wavered, eyes steadily raising to the heavens. Darkness was fast approaching, the Lands already half enveloped. He should round up the others to call it a night, but he still had a good half-hour before that was needed to be done. Tongue slipped out from its toothy hold in a slight pant, the already present humidity making him uncomfortable. Mostly every night, The WindCatcher Lands were occupied with glorious breezes… but not tonight. And so, the Alpha turned to his counter part, a soft whine weeping from slackened jowls. Hmmm? =-
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