Post by {chay}.« on Jun 2, 2009 13:36:11 GMT -5
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It was a beautiful thing indeed, this terra that stretched for miles upon miles before him- bronzed to perfection by the lucid sunbeams that radiated from the pristine sprawl of the cyan firmament, and wrought with towering shadows of the looming mountain range that backed the valley's boundaries, insisting protection for the abundance of wildlife that roamed peacefully within. Here, where the spray from the exquisitely sublime tarn fed the grasses, the loam was supple, and provided relief to travel-shorn paw- and what an exquisite tarn it was, its depth unobstructed by any sort of dismal murk and its surface reflecting a projected near-mirror image of whatever creatures happened to pass by. Its liquid silver veneer was broken only by infantile wavelets, the miniature undulations lapping the grassy shores with gentle whispers. Here, nestled in this pinewood, one would espy themselves in the most picturesque of landscapes- here, one could truly find themselves, could spiral into a mental repose and remain in the tranquility of it all for hours upon hours.
One wolf- the land's ruling lupine, to be precise- had found himself beside the loch once more, a serene smile curling the edges of his lips. It was, to be exact, midmorning, that wonderful loop of time when the sky was just beginning to darken into the day's precious cerulean, the wispy tips of nimbus clouds surging together. His eyes, it seemed, matched perfectly with the shade that the firmament had chosen this morning- the same charming cerulean, pale enough that they were not imposing but striking nonetheless. In all truth, there was very little about the Alpha that was not striking. His pelt was a clever melange of smokes and charcoals and silvers and ivories that all twisted and curled together to create something of a brindle that faded away to a rich tawny down the remainder of his body. The front limbs were a sallow ebony, whilst the hinds were smoke-hued, a thick gray. This odd brindle color followed his long neck up to his face, where it split into fainter, more comely colors- patches of ginger behind his too-small ears, buff points imbued above and below each round, pale cerulean eye. These snips of tawny were encircled by little half-moon rings of black that faded to a storm gray of sorts, before the busy mixture was brought to a contrasting ivory bib that stretched from the underside of his muzzle down his throat to his breast, in the perfect shape of an inverted triangle. Of course, that was merely his fur- once must add to it his unnatural stature: the towering height that, in conjunction with his physical capacity, created the rather intimidating demeanor that he retained. Elegant, refined, sophisticated- all choice words that could easily describe the leader that stood, basking in the warmth of the sunlight and the pride that he held in his newly-founded pack.
And what a pack it was, filled with a sundry of dispositions, each lupine blessed with their own distinctive charisma. He valued each and every member and was beginning to seek out their prowess in whichever rank each had requested. Gavin had been submerged in thought these last few days for a manifold of reasons- aside from the decisions placed on his broad shoulders simply by being Alpha, there was also the rather small complication of one of his packmembers, a she-wolf from his puphood that had appeared quite abruptly, one “Anevay” that he knew would rile up the remainder of the femmes. This fact could thoroughly explain why he was so close to edge of the territories instead of keeping watch at the pack densite: the atmosphere had been thick with estrogen, and it was nothing that, for the time being, the Alpha would take any part of. The faes would have to assimilate; he had given Anevay direct orders to try her hardest to curb the disdain that he knew ran thick through her veins, alongside her haughtiness. While the social hierarchy needed to be decided, Gavin would not tolerate pointless bickering, and, upon his return, if there were any injustices that had occurred, the transgressors would be punished.
His chest swelled as he inhaled and then dropped some from the exhalation that followed, cerulean eyes gazing steadily around him. There was, of course, one other reason why he had traveled to the boundaries- possible newcomers. His previous expedition had resulted in several wolves more or less appearing out of nowhere, and in all truth, he was hoping for a similar experience. And so, lifting his great head he thrust his muzzle into the air and howled, a richly baritone note that seemed to hover. Dropping his maw he pricked too-small ears and waited, thick tail held high over his back.
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It was a beautiful thing indeed, this terra that stretched for miles upon miles before him- bronzed to perfection by the lucid sunbeams that radiated from the pristine sprawl of the cyan firmament, and wrought with towering shadows of the looming mountain range that backed the valley's boundaries, insisting protection for the abundance of wildlife that roamed peacefully within. Here, where the spray from the exquisitely sublime tarn fed the grasses, the loam was supple, and provided relief to travel-shorn paw- and what an exquisite tarn it was, its depth unobstructed by any sort of dismal murk and its surface reflecting a projected near-mirror image of whatever creatures happened to pass by. Its liquid silver veneer was broken only by infantile wavelets, the miniature undulations lapping the grassy shores with gentle whispers. Here, nestled in this pinewood, one would espy themselves in the most picturesque of landscapes- here, one could truly find themselves, could spiral into a mental repose and remain in the tranquility of it all for hours upon hours.
One wolf- the land's ruling lupine, to be precise- had found himself beside the loch once more, a serene smile curling the edges of his lips. It was, to be exact, midmorning, that wonderful loop of time when the sky was just beginning to darken into the day's precious cerulean, the wispy tips of nimbus clouds surging together. His eyes, it seemed, matched perfectly with the shade that the firmament had chosen this morning- the same charming cerulean, pale enough that they were not imposing but striking nonetheless. In all truth, there was very little about the Alpha that was not striking. His pelt was a clever melange of smokes and charcoals and silvers and ivories that all twisted and curled together to create something of a brindle that faded away to a rich tawny down the remainder of his body. The front limbs were a sallow ebony, whilst the hinds were smoke-hued, a thick gray. This odd brindle color followed his long neck up to his face, where it split into fainter, more comely colors- patches of ginger behind his too-small ears, buff points imbued above and below each round, pale cerulean eye. These snips of tawny were encircled by little half-moon rings of black that faded to a storm gray of sorts, before the busy mixture was brought to a contrasting ivory bib that stretched from the underside of his muzzle down his throat to his breast, in the perfect shape of an inverted triangle. Of course, that was merely his fur- once must add to it his unnatural stature: the towering height that, in conjunction with his physical capacity, created the rather intimidating demeanor that he retained. Elegant, refined, sophisticated- all choice words that could easily describe the leader that stood, basking in the warmth of the sunlight and the pride that he held in his newly-founded pack.
And what a pack it was, filled with a sundry of dispositions, each lupine blessed with their own distinctive charisma. He valued each and every member and was beginning to seek out their prowess in whichever rank each had requested. Gavin had been submerged in thought these last few days for a manifold of reasons- aside from the decisions placed on his broad shoulders simply by being Alpha, there was also the rather small complication of one of his packmembers, a she-wolf from his puphood that had appeared quite abruptly, one “Anevay” that he knew would rile up the remainder of the femmes. This fact could thoroughly explain why he was so close to edge of the territories instead of keeping watch at the pack densite: the atmosphere had been thick with estrogen, and it was nothing that, for the time being, the Alpha would take any part of. The faes would have to assimilate; he had given Anevay direct orders to try her hardest to curb the disdain that he knew ran thick through her veins, alongside her haughtiness. While the social hierarchy needed to be decided, Gavin would not tolerate pointless bickering, and, upon his return, if there were any injustices that had occurred, the transgressors would be punished.
His chest swelled as he inhaled and then dropped some from the exhalation that followed, cerulean eyes gazing steadily around him. There was, of course, one other reason why he had traveled to the boundaries- possible newcomers. His previous expedition had resulted in several wolves more or less appearing out of nowhere, and in all truth, he was hoping for a similar experience. And so, lifting his great head he thrust his muzzle into the air and howled, a richly baritone note that seemed to hover. Dropping his maw he pricked too-small ears and waited, thick tail held high over his back.
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