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Post by Abyssmal on Dec 29, 2009 17:31:02 GMT -5
Smoke coiled out of his nostrils in boredom, little smoke rings blowing from his jaws as he played in the steam his body gave off. These lands were harsh and extreme-and heloved it. The lack of food only gave him reason to go along and hunt his own kind, mainly because wolf meat was actually quite nourishing. With new puppies taken from the pack that he found pathetic, though held some semblance of bemusement from--so he would allow them to live, mainly for his own entertainment. For the moment, however, he wasn't hungry. He traveled alot and found other ways to maintain his nourishment, and right now, he was looking only for entertainment. He gave a light shake, a dusting of sparks flickering from his coat as he drew himself up onto a stony perch. Much better! Suited for the king that he was.
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