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[Selantra]

|Fall shadows loomed over the swarthy figure as he stood before the small path that slittered through the thick wood.Piercing violet orbs stared about with little bliss,they seemed to tint with unknown troble as the luring stare seemed to draw all that looked into farther into its pitless reaches.Nares quivered as the scent scents of autumn filled his slits,auds pricked forward to sonar the small world about him.Movement were like that of a phantom,silent and lithe as he moved through the dense wood.With a emotionless countance he stared into the abyss of the even thicker forest..and disappeared within them.|

|Staring about the dim lithosphere of the forest,orbs of amythest moved about slowly and scrutinizingly as he watched the dancing shadows.Facade held more passion this time,with his muzzle straught into a tight line.What was this world..a world he had once lived.His memories faded from the brief time he had spent here..and now he was back.Did anyone care?

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[Celtic.]

P^{syco traveled through the forest. Truth be told, she shouldn't have been up at all, but it had been two days, and she was starving. Voodoo, the tiny feminine whelp that she was, rested gently on Psyco's back, while her brother squirmed around, trying to get away from his mother's jowls. She pondered sitting him upon her back beside his sister, and she did so after a few moments.
There have to be feild mice here, or at least a rabbit! She thought, annoyed. The snow was just beginning to fall, and she couldn't find one d.amn morsel of food for herself, to produce milk so that her whelps could feed and become strong fighters. This made her angry, and slightly annoyed. But, it was the month of falling snow, so finding food would be hard until the snow began to melt and the warm season came back. A low growl emitted her jowls, but only she and her whelps could hear it.}

[Selantra]

|Staring at the hidden drama that unfolded between his two violet marbles,staring with a bit of amusement at the trio of wolvem breathren.Watching the matron battle two rather young whelps brought a constant reminder of everyday struggles that he need not face because he fended for one and he only.Stepping from hid little hidy hole he stared straight into the vexed orbs of the mother..giving her a rather inane stare.A smirk cross his presumticious lip as he stared..hard and long at the trio..
Greetings..

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[Celtic.]

A ^{snarl appeared on the jowls of Psyco as the bru stepped in front of her. She growled, a low, guttral growl, of warning. She was pissed. Taking a few steps back, she wiped the snarl off of her maw and stared at the bru, anger shining in her orange visionaries. 'Lo, bru. You are in the way of a quick-to-anger femmice with whelps. I advise that you move and let me find what I am looking for before you say your salutations. It wasn't a threat, but it was not said in a kindly tone. Psyco waited for the bru to move; she didn't really care if he tried to follow her, she didn't really care what he did, as long as he moved out of her way. She needed to find food, so that she herself could eat and produce milk for her young. She would not tolerate pissy brus who would not listen. It was her psychotic nature not to allow that to happen.}