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Sanctuary

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gender: Male

age: 3

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SHADOWS

Amanda

Stardust: 700✪
#1
Traveling the Red Wood now held purpose, besides just to figure who had been lurking. Since his meeting with his companion's brother Anteros was slightly on edge. Ultimatly he would defend Kylar, though he knew she did not need it he could not help but to feel as if he wanted to be at her side when he could. Her decisions, however, would always be her own to make and in the end he would be there to support them. With a soft sigh he moved deeper into the Woods at the same place he had met with Lucian, who evidently was not around. His scent lingered slightly, but it no longer held as much value. His golden gaze settled on what was before him, looking, smelling for other markers of those whom may have been moving through here. All seemed quiet for the time being, and Anteros was slightly at peace.

In time he would travel farther, remembering Blackfoot and the pack she said she had along one of the beaches. Had he know she was closer then what he thought he would have made it a point to meet with her. All pack needed alliances, and while they did not have enemies (and he hoped it would remain that way) he needed to prepare for the worst. He slowed his pace until coming to a stop, reclining back to rest against the earth. Audits tilted forward atop his crown, listening carefully to what was going on around him.

"Talking."

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For all the lost sheep there is
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Loner

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gender: Female

age: 6y

posts: 10

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Kalli

Stardust: 45✪
#2
Grym
Grym had been here before. It was the joyous place where she reunited with her brother, Krinnag. Such lovely memories, way back from when they were in their birth pack together - that was, before his exile and her choice departure. She missed it, though. She missed the family vibe, she missed protecting the king and queen, she missed having purpose. So it was the conglomerate of aromas which hinted toward packhood that urged her further toward the pines. But, she was careful to respect the border, and so she remained in the neutral land of the red wood. Would they welcome her? She’d offer an olive branch for starters and hope for the best. Grym was capable and could escape if she needed to.

Muscle bound limbs strode the tank of a woman forth, her magma eyes scouring the landscape. Who would she run into? Was it something she could bring her brother to also? Their reunion was sweet, but rather short lived. Grym could not wait around for him forever, her life had to take its own course. And so with confidence she advanced, her head propped by a thick neck, her limbs moving her effortlessly, swiftly. Loud thuds corresponded with large indentations left in her wake, making no attempts to hide her presence. Her breathing was slightly labored, but well steadied. Her training taking hold.

However, she remained rather silent. She did not howl, did not bark, nor did she call out in any way. Ever alert, Grym’s senses were in overdrive. One could never be too careful close to a pack’s land. She could get jumped, maimed, killed - or worse. While cautious, she kept herself in positive spirits. Perhaps they were welcoming. Possibilities were endless, and Grym always found a way. But soon, the scent of a man and the sight of him to confirm the aroma came about. Grym wasted little to no time in approaching him, her aura was neither submissive nor dominate, but neutral. A smile spread her lips in a lopsided expression and her lava eyes meant to connect with his for a brief moment.
"Well ‘ello there stranger!"
Now was the time to address and hopefully be addressed. She slowed to a brisk walk then a halt before the male, dipping her head in a greeting.
"Come to this place often?"
Such a drab and desolate scene, but one of rebirth no doubt. With a friendly glint in her eye she waited.

"speaking"

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Sanctuary

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gender: Male

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Amanda

Stardust: 700✪
#3
He heard her before he saw her, but even then his body remained still and golden hues did not falter from their resting place. It wasn't until her voice, an usual one from what he was used to, graced both ebon' audits, causing his muzzle to turn in her direction and nod in acknowledgment. "Hello," his voice was mellow, his demeanor lax, "more often then not, yes, can you say the same?" He imagined if the Red Wood was a place she often visited they would have crossed paths sooner then now, no matter. He wondered what brought her here, as there were many packs surrounding the borders of the woods.

Soon enough there would be no lands to travel, though he didn't expect anyone would willingly claim this forest and the lack of life it held. In some time perhaps it would grow back, but he doubted that would be anytime soon. "This isn't exactly a place for sight seeing, unless it holds some purpose for you." He knew of those who praised the gods and the Elrdich tree, though he could not and would not understand why that was.

"Talking."

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