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| Author | Topic: In need of my pack brothers (RP if u want too) |
| Fenrir |
posted 5/19/06 12:24 AM
Fenrir sat beside the open fire he had started and was awaiting to hear from his own Ferals that was out there somewhere but for the life of him he could not find any trace or leave of them. He had noticed them following him on his way down to the low lands and the same with a pack of wolfs. He woundered if they were safe and if they had better luck on the hunt now. His wound to his chest that Matlock had stiched and healed for him was looking better but here was scare tissue on his tattoo now and it was his favorite one. He was so close to the the noise that he heard that he could of obtain the sword but his head had turn fuzzy with his time amongst the Feaguals and it was a bad sign he was becoming of the same thread as they were. He grab anthor piece of wood and threw it onto the fire. He swore he heard some foot steps and due to being so damn close to the fire he could not go for cover and watch who was watching him. A owl let out a screech and he was put more to ease. 'I belive brother you will have more luck then I in obtaining food.' He looked through his pouch and pulled out his wind instrument at one time he had knew how to play it but that was many years ago before the Barstards had came along and killed his faimly. His mind was still clouded from the incident. But he had not given up the writing skills he was taught. He rummage once agaon into his pouch and pulled out his small black leather bounded book and looked for his writing Carcoal and started to write in his book by the light of the fire. |
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