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Ooc — Will
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August 14, 2014, 07:25 PM
Finally. The silver wanderer shook his pelt free of the twigs and leaves that had gotten stuck on his fur when rushing through the forest. He wasn't in any real hurry, just wanted to get away from the suffocating air of the forest. There was a gust of wind, blowing against his face, the tang of salt in the air. He was here, finally. He hadn't journeyed here for sometime, having kept his promise and staying at the Creek. Mostly venturing to places close to home. This was far from home.
But he needed sometime to think, and this time it wasn't because of the new changes that had befallen upon Swiftcurrent Creek but because of another matter, that the sterling outrider did not know how to deal with. He had never felt that way before, at least not this strong and he needed sometime to think about what was happening.
He made his way over to the the shores, gaze on the horizon where the sea vanished making a straight line. The salty gusts of wind ruffled his silver fur and he began to pace alongside the shores. Platinum gaze cold while thoughts swirled inside.
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