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Post by Darktide on Apr 7, 2006 19:18:54 GMT -5
(Not like the board game…)
DarkTide
A diplomatic mission was the plan for this voyage, the voyage that was made entirely with the Warrior’s guise upheld. Every step seemed to send painful jolts through wry muscled structure. The uneasy lope was made on three legs, the left hind held up a few inches from the terrain as she passed above. Head swung side to side, letting the wind carry scents of the land towards her, as the smell of the Aryian forest began to increase she slowed her pace to a quick trot. Large burgundy ears perked high atop her head, shell studs settled within the cartilage catch the fading light reflecting the orange glow rather pleasantly.
Heavy pads fell against the earth as she carried her self just past the strongest line of boarder scent. Then onto wards a high point on the land. Not exactly a massive mountain or anything silly but a hill or fallen tree would do fine. Once having secured her self a position where she was certain a call would carry, vocals were loosened with a growl yip and small bark. Then with forepaws spread shoulder width apart, tail cocked level with her hips lungs are filled with the sweet evening air. All the preparation is released into a single HOWL. A one of notice, an announcement, she is here. Its not a threat or a challenge, just a damn loud vocalization of her presence.
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