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Post by curse on Sept 18, 2005 11:06:25 GMT -5
Scipio sighed. His voice was low and un-careing. His black ears were lay flat and his his cranium was held low. He felt as though the world didnt care about him. Nobody wanted to talk to him or even look at him. He swllaowed hard and continued his journey to the wolf rock. Though the rock looked as though it was right in front of him, he could tell he had a ways to go.
Scipio walked sdlowly, dragging his pays sadly, the depressed look on his face grew more pained. His frame looked small and un-muscular as he walked. the depresion had forced him not to eat. His legs were thin and his fur became untended to. His face was small and thin. He looked rather haggered as he trudged on.
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Post by silverstream~Shadowstar~Raven on Sept 19, 2005 9:24:45 GMT -5
Silverstream watched her pack member through narrowed blue eyes. He looked a right state. She watched him drag his paws for a few paces, then she stepped out. "Two questions Scipio. What are you doing and what's wrong with you?" Her cold voice snapped out like a whip.
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Post by curse on Sept 19, 2005 16:06:55 GMT -5
Scipio looked up . He was actually surprised that someone tried to stop him. His eyes were cold and grey. His voice was small and monitone like. He really didnt know what to say. he didnt really know what he was doing, all he knew was that it was for the better. His legs were shakey and eyes, glazed. He was suffering from depression, but more importantly, he was sick. The sickness had travvled far and, had travled through many wolven. No one had survived its raging fever and its aching body. the simtoms were not very hard to look for though.
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Post by silverstream~Shadowstar~Raven on Sept 23, 2005 19:52:41 GMT -5
Silverstream's ice blue eyes narrowed when no response was forthcoming. The silver alpha took a step forward. "Scipio, what's wrong with you? You have a voice, I know, now use it!" She barked at him. She did not fear the sickness, it could not hurt her.
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Post by curse on Sept 26, 2005 19:53:52 GMT -5
Scipio said nothing still. He tried to speak but he could not find words. After a few moments of silence the wolf looked down. He felt so foolish next to the alpha. "What am I doing," he asked himself. His lanky tail twiched slightly as he thought in annoyance. Another voice semed to come into his head. It was deep and screechy. "Die," it seemed to say. "You all shall pay four thou sins..." the voice continued to speek, fading and riseing once and a while. Scipio furrowed his eyebrows deeply. ((Scipio is gonna die. I dont use him any more and I don't like the thought of someone else using my charicters. 'Tis why i don't put him up for adoption.))
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Post by silverstream~Shadowstar~Raven on Sept 28, 2005 15:26:56 GMT -5
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Silverstream continued to glare at her pack member. "Well, if you're going to die, do it quick, 'cause you are neither use nor ornament in this sorry state, an dif you're sick I don't want you infecting the rest of the pack." This statement showed the alpha's harsh temperment.
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