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Ooc — Will
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November 06, 2014, 08:57 AM
| A assassin and spy for some wolves when he was a loner, he was skilled in the arts of tracking, searching, sniffing and killing. So when the voice of a female arrived, he was not surprised for he had smelled her scent. "You seem troubled," she said and he paused in his tracks. Fierce green eyes locked onto her indigo ones, his face impassive as he analyzed her in a second. Swiftly, the skills of a warrior spinning immediately into action, he moved towards her, paused, his face not betraying anything. No words escaped the mouth of the young agouti, muscles rippled from underneath his coat as he moved silently closer to her. Finally when he was only a feet or two away, he spoke "Who are you, lady, and from what pack do you come from?" he canted his head and continued scrutinizing her with vibrant eyes. "You know nothing of me, I can see that, and you have no idea what troubles I have. I suggest you leave." a grim look now covered his face as he leaped, twisting in midair, intending to slam into the dark female and force her down. She knew he was troubled, and he intended to find out how she knew, it was another weakness he could not afford to have. And truthfully he wasn't intending to let her go, until she had told him something about these wilds. |
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look at what they made you give - by Scorch - November 03, 2014, 09:14 AM
RE: look at what they made you give - by Meldresi - November 04, 2014, 09:25 PM
RE: look at what they made you give - by Scorch - November 06, 2014, 08:57 AM
RE: look at what they made you give - by Meldresi - November 06, 2014, 07:36 PM