Haunted Wood a certain kind of light
All Welcome  June 09, 2018, 01:24 AM
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Stars littered the sky overhead and beneath the great stretching boughs of the trees was the shape and form of a slender, foxlike thief. He was sprawled out so that he might gaze upon the skies and pinpoint where the stars began and ended on the map of the heavens. Tadec could only imagine how well Indra would like the forest that he had come to fall in love with. Surely, she would see it and think it a beautiful creation on their earth.
Again, fear pricked at the back of his mind. For, Tadec longed to make a home there for a family – a family with her – but he knew that she would not be likely to leave her sister behind. The realization was settling in the pit of his gut that the beautiful child of Frith would possibly allow him to leave her. The coywolf did not wish to dwell on this thought. He was ever the optimist for Indra, and he knew that there was a chance that she would wish to follow him into the shade of the trees. That their children would chase the fireflies that bobbed between each trunk, and Tadec could sing them songs as the stars glittered overhead.
June 09, 2018, 12:52 PM
Blackfeather Woods
He slinked through the night like a snake, green eyes soaking in the area. There were plenty of trees here that provided him with shelter. It could be a promising place as it wasn't hard to tell that the place hadn't already been claimed. A desire began to build, he could feel it.

Oh, but had his nose lied to him? A darker shadow was on the forest floor just up ahead. Tentatively he began to move to the side as if he was going to circle the creature. Kalganov never did, though. He ran his side along a tree and halted his movements.

Enjoying the views? His tones were velvety hinting at his youth. Briefly his gaze flickered from the smoky figure to the canopy of trees and stars overhead.

Kalganov's thoughts and actions do not align with how his player feels! IC ≠ OOC
July 04, 2018, 02:02 PM
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A voice struck out against the silence. The crow felt his coat bristle slightly as he moved to place himself in a position that did not risk his wellbeing. While the stranger had not spoken in a hostile manner, it had pulled the dark coywolf from his vivid daydreaming and planted him firmly back in the center of the real world. Having found his footing, his eyes sought the other being with a burning intensity. For a moment, he regarded the wolf with concern, unsure if he would be welcome. Not all of the wolf kind was keen on accepting the body of a halfling. The other male did appear as though he was a relaxed figure; confident in his youth.
“Tadec is fond of the stars. One day we will hunt there,” the crow remarked with a small bob of his narrow muzzle. Then, his eyes trailed the frame of the other wolf and realized what a great disadvantage he would find himself at, if the wolf found their meeting unsatisfactory. Tadec was pleased he had the length of his limbs and the narrow shape of his build. “Does the silver wolf dwell here?”