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Post by silverstream~Shadowstar~Raven on Aug 26, 2005 18:07:02 GMT -5
A dark brown brute traveled steadily over the land. His eyes were a keen golden brown, like those of a hawk, forever watchful. This was Morzan. Morzan was an interesting medly of character. Patient and kind, yet deadly, and wanting revenge on his brother. Only the promise he had made to his dying mother kept him from hunting Blackshade down. (I'll be making that wolf soon). He stopped as a scent of a pack reached his nose. Still, this was the reason he had come. He stepped boldly over the boundary.
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Post by blaze on Aug 26, 2005 18:16:50 GMT -5
A small, bright blue flame came travelling up to Morzan, stopping right in front of his maw. "You wish to become a member, yes? Speak quickly, for I have places to go." said a harsh, yet calm feminine voice. Blaze has definitely changed since she was first alpha.
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Post by silverstream~Shadowstar~Raven on Aug 26, 2005 21:21:24 GMT -5
Morzan inclined his head slightly to the flame, the most respect he allowed himself to show. "Yes, I do. My dubbance is Morzan, and you must be Blaze, but, forgive me for my lack of things magical, but you are a wolf, not a ball of flame correct?"
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Post by blaze on Aug 26, 2005 21:39:36 GMT -5
The flame grew to a great size and Blaze stepped through it. With a flick of her tassle, the flame was gone. "Smart one. If you must, then follow me," she said boredly. She walked upstream, further into her territory, where they would soon come across a large meadow for training.
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Post by silverstream~Shadowstar~Raven on Aug 26, 2005 21:54:15 GMT -5
Morzan followed, smiling slightly. He had ever been a smart one, where his wits lay in his words, not battle. His father had taught him how to do that, while, unusually, his mother had trained him in battle. He spared a thought for where they were headed.
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