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Post by Acacia on Oct 26, 2010 20:43:50 GMT -5
Tangle paced back and forth. He was waiting for Ignorance she was going to meet his pack tonight. The wind blew and ruffled his fur that was true to his name, tangled. He looked up to the night sky and scented the air. The wind was blowing the other way. That was good she could smell him, but it was bad he could not smell if she was coming or was in danger. His deep amber eyes shifted to the rabbit he has obtained from the Siverian lands earlier. He then huffed a sigh getting impatient. Why was he doing this again he was evil was he not? Was he becoming soft? No, he could not let that happen. Yet he felt such strong feeling towards this wolf he could not help it.
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Post by nighty! on Oct 30, 2010 23:45:42 GMT -5
Today Tangle was going to show the campsite around, Ignorance tried to get into the BloodMist territories in a while but didn't know where it was located. At least in her past lives. She was following Tangle, he was kind and sweet, she liked it but for many minutes that he is suppose to be rude and kill and then ask questions later. At least in most BloodMist cases, but at this moment, Tangle's scent is intoxicating her, she was like a puppy who would follow him around anywhere, do anything, as long he gives her love. That is what puppies do right? Mainly due to the fact that the wind is pushing against them and his scent is running into hers.
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Post by Acacia on Nov 13, 2010 22:15:24 GMT -5
Tangle looked down the game trail. Where is she? Should I go looking? He picked up the rabbit and started down the trail to find her before he even knew what he was doing. His paws moved him forward closer to who he was looking for. He ducked under a few branches and stepped over the thickets. He grumbled to himself.
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