November 21, 2018, 10:15 PM
Naught but a coywolf appears to defend this territory, if he is indeed doing that at all. The barest of smirks touches his countenance before it falls flat again, gaze locked onto the other. Oh, he is young, as well. So young, and duty-bound--Eurycrates sees it in his eyes, that subtle yet steely look of devotion.
Perhaps this place is claimed.
Eurycrates is impatient as he waits for a response, shifting on the sand. He has come too far to tarry. But at the same time, he has grown fond of the ground here, as if he had been meant to come here all his life. He is not without superstition; he believes in fortune and fate. And if this is his fate, well, then he will stay.
Perhaps this place is claimed.
Boy,he growls in a gravelly, travel-weary voice.
Is your master nearby? Do you claim this sound?His nose makes a small arc in illustration, taking in everything: the trees, the beach, the waves. Even the gulls above are part of this dominion. They do well to line bellies, after all.
Eurycrates is impatient as he waits for a response, shifting on the sand. He has come too far to tarry. But at the same time, he has grown fond of the ground here, as if he had been meant to come here all his life. He is not without superstition; he believes in fortune and fate. And if this is his fate, well, then he will stay.
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"If." - by Eurycrates - November 18, 2018, 11:02 PM
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