Post by °Nautic° on Feb 9, 2012 1:46:22 GMT -5
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| [atrb=background,http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q21/winkatuck/nauticfinaltable.png,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=height,424,true][atrb=border,0,true][scrolly:h(50),w(1),sy][/scrolly] | [scrolly:h(255),w(185),sy]The night was thick and chilly as the large lyxxus trudged through the barren snow that fell lightly over his paws. He shivered as he sniffed around for something in the dirt, digging here and there for wherever his treasure had gone. Nautic had made quite the living for himself in the taiga and had a mate and family on the way to boost. He would never become a drott or pack alpha of any future pack now. But he lost his muse for that fame after he had decided to settle down with Citrine. The feline-like wolf stuck his head in a deep hole and when he peered back up in the open, a huge leg of a stag was being dragged by his sharp fangs and body weight alone. The pack had taken down a larger kill recently and most had been taken for each male to bring back for the female tree and whatever leftovers for themselves. Nautic managed to snatch and hide a bit of it since in winter it was quite the meal worth saving onto. With food starting to pop up again with spring on it's way, the male felt he need not hold onto it anymore for safekeeping. He was making his way back towards the forsida tree to feed his future family, that was all that mattered. He used his telekinesis to make the meat easier to carry, it could only help at this rate. The wind began to die down as the snow began to spot more and less. Nautic supposed sennyo weren't fond of the winter with their delicate wings, so seeing ariana lately would be slim to none in his mind. Why did he have such a conflict still mingling in his thoughts about said elegant female? He had Citrine and that was good enough, wasn't it? Guess he was always secretly greedy about the females, what male wouldn't? As the male continued his haul down towards the female tree he scented a jackalope nearby, he debated whither or not he should kill it off and bring it back later or save the stag leg for later. He decided against it eventually, his large ears swiveled forward and his periwinkle gaze piercing the midnight horizon. [/scrolly] | [scrolly:h(80),w(120),sy][/scrolly] |
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