Post by ~Friesian~ on Jan 11, 2007 22:08:27 GMT -5
//:Anubis:\\
Auds of pure ebony, matching my charcoal pelt and reflecting the sun violently back into the sun as it peirced the skies. Eyes of silvers and golds abounded into the woods, taking a journey of their own, apart from my bode. Pads of strength and agility pressed dwon the sod to make a clean print in the dirt, only to be scurred by my hinds as I made my way through the thicker parts fo the woods.
As I emerged to the grassy valley like area of the claiming grounds I lifted my skull to sniff the air with my sesitive button, but no scent lingered, drifting in the sweet surroundings. Although the tangent smell of the wheat grasses remained steady other scents whithered and died. I kept my skull in teh air and closed my occuli, letting the howl drift my maw and race off to the ears of the surrounding. I turned again and buckled my hackles.
Sitting on the soft sod I found myself on a mound like pack of dirt on the outskirts of the valley and, auds pricked forward, decided to make my call. I was not looking for a mate. I thought this was no place for such things, love was thing to be found, not searched for. I had recently came to these fresh and new lands and must find new pack members for my cold terra. It was a harsh living in the tips of the mountains and black coats did suit my style. I was looking for possibly a beta male and plenty of other faes, sstrong willed, and strong minded. The terra was very cold and windy, but at the top and in the cave the marvel sof cave paintings seemed to leap from the walls and surround you. I needed packmembers, and I needed friends....
[/color][/size]Auds of pure ebony, matching my charcoal pelt and reflecting the sun violently back into the sun as it peirced the skies. Eyes of silvers and golds abounded into the woods, taking a journey of their own, apart from my bode. Pads of strength and agility pressed dwon the sod to make a clean print in the dirt, only to be scurred by my hinds as I made my way through the thicker parts fo the woods.
As I emerged to the grassy valley like area of the claiming grounds I lifted my skull to sniff the air with my sesitive button, but no scent lingered, drifting in the sweet surroundings. Although the tangent smell of the wheat grasses remained steady other scents whithered and died. I kept my skull in teh air and closed my occuli, letting the howl drift my maw and race off to the ears of the surrounding. I turned again and buckled my hackles.
Sitting on the soft sod I found myself on a mound like pack of dirt on the outskirts of the valley and, auds pricked forward, decided to make my call. I was not looking for a mate. I thought this was no place for such things, love was thing to be found, not searched for. I had recently came to these fresh and new lands and must find new pack members for my cold terra. It was a harsh living in the tips of the mountains and black coats did suit my style. I was looking for possibly a beta male and plenty of other faes, sstrong willed, and strong minded. The terra was very cold and windy, but at the top and in the cave the marvel sof cave paintings seemed to leap from the walls and surround you. I needed packmembers, and I needed friends....