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Post by paragon on Sept 19, 2010 15:04:57 GMT -5
Ooh, this was fun! The ice, the water, all of it unknown to him! Paragon was the type that liked a bit of adventure. So, he'd ventured as far as he could from the Denning Tree and found himself at this little lake. It was pretty! Perfect for himself! He didn't really know where he was, and he didn't really care at the moment.
He skated around the ice that rimmed the edge of the lake and shot out into the water. He almost stumbled over his spindly legs but righted himself. He'd only been skating for about a month- there was no chance in the Mafia's territory. But it was fun! His antennae twitched a bit as a breeze passed, but he didn't care. Paragon amused himself by making the small, vague illusion of a fish in the water and chasing after it. He giggled.
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Post by sheol on Sept 19, 2010 15:16:37 GMT -5
A blue wolf wandered out to the lake. His shelter, his refuge, his paradise. All of that was awaiting him at the lake. Sheol trudged forward when he heard the sound of giggling. Who was this small? A hybrid of some sort for sure. He must be giggling from hysteria, poor chilly thing. He''d help it out of the water and then skate some.
But it wasn't freezing to death in the lake. It was ggliding across it. Like a water-skater. Like him. He rushed forward to greet the small wolf. He could help it improve it's speed, maybe teach it a few tricks, that he made, of course. "Hello there! Would you like some help?"
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Post by paragon on Sept 19, 2010 15:28:43 GMT -5
Paragon was so preoccupied that he didn't notice the other wolf coming up behind him. So much so that the sudden voice startled him. The puppy spun around so quickly that one of his back legs sank into the cold water. "Cold!" He yelped, leaping forward and just managing to stay on all his legs this time.
He turned to glare at the one who'd made him lose his concentration. But stopped when he saw what it was. He looked kinda like him! Build-wise anyway. He had antennae and tiny paws. Paragon had never met another skater before. "Oh! Hi! You're like me!" He chirped, spinning in a circle on the spot.
But then Paragon thought for a moment. "I don't need any help! I'm the best skater ever!" He quipped, sure of himself. As if to prove this, he spun in a very quick circle before giggling again.
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Post by nero on Sept 21, 2010 10:51:31 GMT -5
Nero padded upon the Tundra’s hard frost, and his mind was laced with the poisonous thoughts of power. The young Yagi’s soft brown fur was a contrast against the starkness of the permafrost crust. The stunted trees made him look great and large, but he had a long ways to go in terms of growth—he had only recently turned a year old. His orange eyes were turned towards the direction of the lake.
The Yagi male’s growing horns had a spurt recently and it gave him a bit of a headache. He thought that he could have some peace and quiet by Trinket Lake, maybe fill the air with wolf song. Nero made it to the lake, but, two figures skating on the water made him envious.
Their light forces glided upon the water’s surface. It seemed impossible, what they were doing, their dainty, tiny paws on top of the water like a waterskater bug. Long antenna and a flowing coat graced all their movements with perfect lines. Nero looked at his own thick and earthly body. He was a Yagi, genetically wired to fight, not dance. He lifted his lips in a snarl, revealing growing sabers, but then quieted himself. If he were to be leader, then he’d do whatever he wanted. To be leader, he had to kill his mother; to stay leader, he had to make sure nobody wanted to boot him out.
A change in personality wouldn’t convince them. He had to play at being nice. Then again, the Entertainment wolves seemed to be easier for the pup to talk with. As long as they all stayed on the same page. In a voice, which cracked a bit because Nero was going through changes of his own, he called out, “Hey, guys. What are you doing here?” Nero immediately became embarrassed. However, it passed. These wolves looked like they knew what adolescence was. Nero wagged his bobbed tail, a small motion as he waited patiently for them to meet him on the shore.
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