Whitefish River novocaine

oh em gees unclee *loves hard*

[size=medium]"sell your soul not your whole self"[/size]

[size=small]With the morning matinee of the birds chirping above his head the tawny Ostrega cut through the paths of the forest he had once already scouted. The trees became nothing but blurs of brown that flew beside him as he suddenly, and without much warning, broke into a full run, the corner of his mouth beginning to split open to allow his pink tongue to roll out freely.The blue that was was still entwined with the pink hues of the sky signaled that it was still to early for idiotic stunts, but Ciervo being the instigation piss off that he was, cared to differ -- as usual.

So without much care in the world or concern for the potential prey he might be herding away with his rambunctious rampage he continued to soar over the floor of the Neverwinter, his paws tearing furiously over the half melted snow as he allowed jagged heaves to leave his mouth. He had not yet made a plan for the day -- or for the days to come after -- but he knew that this was not what he wanted to spend the day; so with his legs slowly falling into a stop and his eyes darting across the surrounding areas that embraced him he spotted the figure of another being not so far ahead.

"Hey" he called into the distance, his ears perking as he began to scheme what sorts of trickery he would pull on him next.
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