September 16, 2014, 05:22 AM
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It was the first time since his banishment, it was the first time he had been so close to the Creek borders and to tell the truth, he didn't really care now. As far as he was concerned, Duck Lake was neutral territory. Hell, he talked to a Sunspire wolf here, as long as he wasn't a meter away from Creek borders or trespassing, he was fine. He wasn't even provoking anyone anyways, wasn't even going to start a fight, wasn't even going to see any damned Creek wolf........
He paused, the scent of a Creek wolf was strong, been here recently, was here now and he knew this wolf so he wasn't a newcomer like the two wolves he had seen by Wapun Meadow. But he couldn't pinpoint his scent, curiosity pricked at the youthful Praetor's pelt, trying to remember who in the name of Jupiter was this wolf. He crept forward, making sure that whoever that Creek wolf was, he couldn't scent him. The wind was blowing safely towards him so instead of bringing the ashen outrider's scent outwards, it brought the Creek wolf's scent towards him.
It wasn't Bazi, thank Jupiter for that and it wasn't the Beta Scimitar either which was good. He was in no mood for a fight or an argument from either of the two Creek leaders. He did not wish the Creek any ill will or good luck because he knew either ways, it was cursed and it would always be cursed unless the gods lifted it. That was what he thought, at least, and to him it was true. Three Alphas had led the Creek since it was founded which wasn't even a year, it was obvious that it was cursed.
Finally, it clicked. It was Galileo, the older council member that he was friends with, or at least he felt they were friends. Things might be entirely different now, Galileo might become hostile towards him because he was no longer a Creek wolf, instead the leader and founder of another pack. He did not know whether or not the Creek and the Bypass were rivals and he didn't care. To him, they were neutral, neither enemies or allies unless any of the Creek wolves decide to provoke him or his pack-mates, then he would make sure the bypass wolves were not to be messed with.
The sterling outrider trotted forward silently, something that he had been excellent at since birth. It was a gift from the gods and he always made good use of it. "Galileo," he spoke in a soft but clear voice, something that he used often now. "Long time no see."
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shot down in cold blood - by Galileo - September 15, 2014, 06:14 PM
RE: shot down in cold blood - by Shadow - September 16, 2014, 05:22 AM
RE: shot down in cold blood - by Galileo - September 22, 2014, 07:05 PM
RE: shot down in cold blood - by Shadow - September 24, 2014, 01:31 AM
RE: shot down in cold blood - by Galileo - September 27, 2014, 06:23 PM
RE: shot down in cold blood - by Shadow - October 04, 2014, 09:47 PM
RE: shot down in cold blood - by Galileo - October 05, 2014, 04:50 PM
RE: shot down in cold blood - by Shadow - October 08, 2014, 07:22 AM
RE: shot down in cold blood - by Galileo - October 17, 2014, 08:34 PM