Posted by Thanh on 9/11/2004, 1:08 pm, in reply to "The lone wolf returns, to visit her old home" The tread of paws upon his family land woke him. The brute was suddenly alert, his taut muscles snapping into motion. Thanh had filled out nicely; strong tendons rippled beneath his pale fur, which gleamed with a healthy sheen in the sun's strong light. He was in the prime of his life; healthy, dominant, fast, strong. He seemed born to lead. The youth took the acceptance of his grandmother's offer - that he would take the reins of the pack - quite seriously. He'd been through more then any wolf his age should have been through... He was, in essence, a teenager, but he looked and acted as an adult - as an alpha - should. His long stride carried him swiftly to the sea-shore, his eyes flashing, his fur bristling, his position that of dominance. Ears erect, head and tail high; he seemed to stand on tiptoe to make himself tall. He puffed out his chest, calmed his breath, and cleared his throat to make his presence known to the pretty femme before him. He lowered his rump to the ground, staring with his penetrating, stern gaze at Iron Hooves. Thanh's words were spoken softly, no trace of coldness in his voice. "Can I get something for you, m'lady?" His voice was deep, silky and slightly mysterious... like his Grandfather's.
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Dazzling dust tossed in wind gusts
The trap door is open
The window half closed
The tapestry curtain vivaciously grows
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