<div><span style="color:#3ad483;">I</span><span style="color:#46da8c;"> </span><span style="color:#52e096;">h</span><span style="color:#5ee69f;">a</span><span style="color:#6beda8;">v</span><span style="color:#77f3b1;">e</span><span style="color:#83f9bb;"> </span><span style="color:#8fffc4;">a</span><span style="color:#80f6b4;"> </span><span style="color:#71eca3;">t</span><span style="color:#62e393;">h</span><span style="color:#52d983;">e</span><span style="color:#43d073;">o</span><span style="color:#34c662;">r</span><span style="color:#25bd52;">y</span><span style="color:#33c664;"> </span><span style="color:#41cf75;">t</span><span style="color:#4fd887;">h</span><span style="color:#5ee098;">a</span><span style="color:#6ce9aa;">t</span><span style="color:#7af2bb;"> </span><span style="color:#88fbcd;">s</span><span style="color:#7ffcca;">e</span><span style="color:#76fcc7;">l</span><span style="color:#6dfdc4;">f</span><span style="color:#65fdc0;">l</span><span style="color:#5cfebd;">e</span><span style="color:#53feba;">s</span><span style="color:#4affb7;">s</span><span style="color:#49ffba;">n</span><span style="color:#47ffbd;">e</span><span style="color:#46ffc0;">s</span><span style="color:#45ffc4;">s</span><span style="color:#44ffc7;"> </span><span style="color:#42ffca;">a</span><span style="color:#41ffcd;">n</span><span style="color:#40f9c2;">d</span><span style="color:#3ff3b8;"> </span><span style="color:#3eedad;">b</span><span style="color:#3de6a3;">r</span><span style="color:#3ce098;">a</span><span style="color:#3bda8e;">v</span><span style="color:#3ad483;">e</span><span style="color:#3ad688;">r</span><span style="color:#3ad88d;">y</span><span style="color:#3ada92;"> </span><span style="color:#3bdb97;">a</span><span style="color:#3bdd9c;">r</span><span style="color:#3bdfa1;">e</span><span style="color:#3be1a6;">n</span><span style="color:#33e5b1;">'</span><span style="color:#2aeabc;">t</span><span style="color:#22eec7;"> </span><span style="color:#19f2d3;">a</span><span style="color:#11f6de;">l</span><span style="color:#08fbe9;">l</span><span style="color:#00fff4;"> </span><span style="color:#08f9e4;">t</span><span style="color:#11f3d4;">h</span><span style="color:#19edc4;">a</span><span style="color:#21e6b3;">t</span><span style="color:#29e0a3;"> </span><span style="color:#32da93;">d</span><span style="color:#3ad483;">i</span><span style="color:#4cda95;">f</span><span style="color:#5de0a6;">f</span><span style="color:#6fe6b8;">e</span><span style="color:#80edca;">r</span><span style="color:#92f3dc;">e</span><span style="color:#a3f9ed;">n</span><span style="color:#b5ffff;">t</span></div>
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June 05, 2014, 07:13 AM
He was strong. This fact was one of the very few (physical) qualities Gavriil appreciated about himself. Helping move a rock was (hopefully) a small task for a wolf his size. Helping Nerian finish her den would be one of the most productive things he did all day.
It was anomalous watching the female and her eyes loiter upon his pale chest and cinnamon colored neck. He had never been desired by a she wolf (well to his knowledge). He only wished in those moments when Nerian’s stare was upon him that Pump would gaze at him like that. If she for even a few seconds would look at him like he is the only thing in this world that matters. Maybe that would come in time, but for now he was as unwanted as a cactus mixed with a porcupine on a hot summer day.
Following the female after she gave a sharp breathe Gavriil watched her trot from behind. She was sophisticated and lithe. Nerian looked like a dancer preparing to run across the stage to execute her final spectacle of awe. The she wolf was nearly opposite of his gait. He was large, while if he wanted (particularly when hunting) he could walk with nearly no sound escaping from his body. For now he wouldn’t worry himself about that. His gait was powerful and noticeable. Gavriil’s posture almost opposed what he truly felt inside.
Gavriil nodded in reply when the female spoke of her thanks. The only thing that caught his fancy was the fact she mentioned Ragnar. ”Did you and Ragnar know each other? Before the Ridge I mean?” The teddy bear inquired with curiosity.
It was anomalous watching the female and her eyes loiter upon his pale chest and cinnamon colored neck. He had never been desired by a she wolf (well to his knowledge). He only wished in those moments when Nerian’s stare was upon him that Pump would gaze at him like that. If she for even a few seconds would look at him like he is the only thing in this world that matters. Maybe that would come in time, but for now he was as unwanted as a cactus mixed with a porcupine on a hot summer day.
Following the female after she gave a sharp breathe Gavriil watched her trot from behind. She was sophisticated and lithe. Nerian looked like a dancer preparing to run across the stage to execute her final spectacle of awe. The she wolf was nearly opposite of his gait. He was large, while if he wanted (particularly when hunting) he could walk with nearly no sound escaping from his body. For now he wouldn’t worry himself about that. His gait was powerful and noticeable. Gavriil’s posture almost opposed what he truly felt inside.
Gavriil nodded in reply when the female spoke of her thanks. The only thing that caught his fancy was the fact she mentioned Ragnar. ”Did you and Ragnar know each other? Before the Ridge I mean?” The teddy bear inquired with curiosity.
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Silver Edition - by Gavriil - May 29, 2014, 08:17 AM
RE: Silver Edition - by Nerian - May 31, 2014, 08:11 PM
RE: Silver Edition - by Gavriil - June 02, 2014, 09:51 AM
RE: Silver Edition - by Nerian - June 02, 2014, 10:56 PM
RE: Silver Edition - by Gavriil - June 04, 2014, 07:57 AM
RE: Silver Edition - by Nerian - June 04, 2014, 05:20 PM
RE: Silver Edition - by Gavriil - June 05, 2014, 07:13 AM
RE: Silver Edition - by Nerian - June 05, 2014, 07:35 PM