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Posted by Black Rain on May 9, 2009, 7:51 pm
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When had today become reality? As the very large black wolf crossed the boarder to Ice Pack, he gave a heavy sigh. Paws left marks in the soft ground due to his weight; roughly the size of a small riding horse's shoe. Black Rain's icy blue eyes were set dead ahead, ears swiveling about in their stead to take up the work. One ear fixed on a spot far off. Though he couldn't see it, he knew from memory that there was a large boulder and a few trees to mark the spot. From his distance, the wolf could hear a couple voices in that direction. A smile flickered on his face, unable to stay away. Black Rain was always happy to hear the voices of his children.. whether they were his blood or not.
The black brute, however, was not traveling in the direction his ear was pointed. Instead, Black Rain was pointed more toward the center of the pack lands. The further the large wolf walked, the more serious his expression became until he was close to the very center of his old homelands. Stopping, Black Rain peered around. There was nothing in sight but the green grass of the mountain's slope. Besides the gentle slide of the hill, the ground was mostly flat with no real obsticals. It seemed a fair enough spot for his objective. The brute looked down to the red feather that hung at his chest from a leather strap for a long time, watching it sway idly with the soft wind. His tail gave a quick flick, icy blue eyes snapping back up to the world around him. It was time, no more procrastination.
Tilting back his large head, Black Rain parted his jaws with a deep, long howl. As it died, the black brute perked his ears and stood tall. Though it was without doubt a very recognizable voice for anyone in Ice Pack, the tone was unlike anything anyone had ever heard from Black Rain. A challenge. The wolf stood patiently, eyes set ahead and senses wide open for the approach of Seg. Other would most likely come, he almost expected them to. Holding his tail and head high, the wolf was far from his usual jovial self, readying his mind for what was to come.
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