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Post by shila on Feb 24, 2009 14:51:20 GMT -5
Akiak obediently followed Nepthys and only galnced back for a few seconds to see the wolves who were once free, but now captured. He looked forward shaking his head swiftly as snow began to fall again. He has never been this silent before, yet he has nothing to say. Nothing to prove, now. He was a prisioner like the others, and he would be forced to fight the pack that actually let him live with them. He was now a traitor. If I was still a loner, none of this would have ever happened to me! I wish I never met the Destinian Pack! I wish I never met Blood Mist! I wish my father and brother never died! Akiak released a low growl under his breath. It sounded like a mere huff than a menacing growl. "I suppose my fighting skills could need some improvements." Akiak spoke with an impassive tone to his voice.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 24, 2009 19:36:06 GMT -5
(should we start a new thread somewhere, Shila??)
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