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Pertinex PhantomMage
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Date Posted: 14:56:57 06/04/02 Tue
¤ An archaic thought dwindles with a hidden subject within, the depths of the abstruse power dancing eagerly at his paws. Golden hues shimmer with an onyx globe, sonars rolling forward and back in a circular range of a strong, elongated circumfrence. Not really caring much for being downwind, since he was not hunting, as were the other wolvens of the WindCatcher's, he had decided to stay behind, to study the territory before he could get lost within the area.
Muscles seemed to be kind and rural beneath the raven pelt, the melancholy shimmer of belated ivory was outdown in many ways. The slender streaks of gold, slipped through its orthadox shape and was fawned in a gentle shine of the wolven which also helped them blend into the shadows, meld while being its own cache in the reeds. Tail held out behind the phantommage, the simple essence of a sweet soul raptured the legacy of his nasal cavity.
Shoulder's rolling, a clenched body wrapping together in a withered contempt, whipping forward in bickering silence which was created to be an addidavit delimma. So a vertigo whipped around, as the vision of an angel swept over that keen visage, peering out of the den was that shewolf that he had seen, perhaps followed after him upon the first day. Jasmine Ryder. A beautiful name indeed.
Propelling forward, fearing not of a reaction, ears pricking forward, head held high in a regal, nice stance of a male and cautiously did he approach. About five feet off, Pertinex paused in his paw-prints, for females can be awfully straineous and protective of the young, and he could most likely be attacked, even if he is a pack member. Head bowing softly, and deep accented voice spoke up.
"Good eve', M'dear Jasmine. 'Tis a beautiful sunset, wouldn't you agree?" then pausing softly, gazing towards the horizon that was glowing with a pinkish tint of the retreating sun, the randomly gazing towards her again. "It makes your pelt glow with a flourescent beauty..and your eyes, they seem to glow like the moonlite stars of the night.." Ah yes, Young Pertinex was full of words..full of rhymes, of ways to "meet" a female's heart in a way of saying it..but standing tall, he waits for a response from her. ¤
Damn..I -thought- I had writers block..x.X But, I guess not? ~chuckles~
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