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Ooc — Paige
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June 05, 2014, 07:32 AM
The cinnamon wolf was born in the north. Their winters were cold but their summers were colder. He was lucky here that he possessed, for the most part, a lighter pelt. He commiserated with wolves like Kennedy, and Diluculo who could find very little escape from the blazing heat of a blistering summer’s day.
It wasn’t the heat that lead Gavriil to his favorite place in his territory. He wanted to see his rock. He knew nothing would have changed with it. He will die and chances are that rock would stay the same. That didn’t stop the male from everyday wandering towards the sea lion shore to gaze upon the magnificent pillar known as Gavriil’s rock. Trotting through the thick and heavy forest Gavriil caught scent of a new packmate whom he hadn’t met before. I believe Surra is his name, I remember Ragnar mentioning him.” The cinnamon wolf thought to himself as he continued through the forest.
Following his scent Gavriil soon came upon a thick pelted wolf that was lying on the beach. Trotting closer to the male he let out a simple bark of greeting. ”Hello, Im Gavriil. You’re Surra right? Ragnar mentioned you brieftly.” Gavriil spoke kindly to the stranger.
It wasn’t the heat that lead Gavriil to his favorite place in his territory. He wanted to see his rock. He knew nothing would have changed with it. He will die and chances are that rock would stay the same. That didn’t stop the male from everyday wandering towards the sea lion shore to gaze upon the magnificent pillar known as Gavriil’s rock. Trotting through the thick and heavy forest Gavriil caught scent of a new packmate whom he hadn’t met before. I believe Surra is his name, I remember Ragnar mentioning him.” The cinnamon wolf thought to himself as he continued through the forest.
Following his scent Gavriil soon came upon a thick pelted wolf that was lying on the beach. Trotting closer to the male he let out a simple bark of greeting. ”Hello, Im Gavriil. You’re Surra right? Ragnar mentioned you brieftly.” Gavriil spoke kindly to the stranger.
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the days feel a little bit longer now. - by Surra - June 04, 2014, 08:03 PM
RE: the days feel a little bit longer now. - by Gavriil - June 05, 2014, 07:32 AM
RE: the days feel a little bit longer now. - by Surra - June 05, 2014, 09:17 AM
RE: the days feel a little bit longer now. - by Gavriil - June 05, 2014, 09:43 AM
RE: the days feel a little bit longer now. - by Surra - June 13, 2014, 11:55 PM