|Roaming, with no home to return to| « Thread Started on May 9, 2008, 11:17pm »
As the familiar whirlwind of debris and stray dust particles slowly came to an end, the outline of a figure made its presence known as it stepped forward and took a glance around with keen interest. Green, blue, and brown all seemed to mesh together, along with the other bright colors that surrounded him, causing his wolfish grin to broaden. The scent of the trees was something he certainly missed. Traveling along unknown areas, trees bare and skies gloomy, it was horrid for the young wolf prince.
Finding this place was in luck of its own. He had gotten lost; it killed him to admit it. A wolf. When does a wolf get lost? Softly huffing to himself as he carefully stepped his way through the tall grass, only slightly weary of what may lay hidden out his sight, he mused over stray thoughts of no real importance. He wasn't exactly sure where he was, and this bothered the overconfident wolf. He didn't like to be left in the dark. He, Kouga, was a prince for goodness sake.
Mutely nodding to his thoughts, he tread through the grass, alert for any scents that might catch his attention. You could never be too sure. As if silently proving his point, he tilted his head back the slightest and took a whiff of the crisp air. The dim aroma of flowers and trees met his sensitive nose, but nothing else. Hm. Puffing his chest out slightly, Kouga's grin grew. He'd kill whoever crossed his path anyways, he thought arrogantly.
Re: |Roaming, with no home to return to| « Reply #1 on May 13, 2008, 8:49pm »
Akina sighed nothing in sight, she smiled, 'This is great.' she thught, picking some flowers that surrounded her in a beautiful mix of colors, making the young demoness look like a angel. She hummed quietly, then broke out into a soft singing voice, "Breakaway, I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly, I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky. And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change, and breakaway, breakaway, breakaway." she smiled and layed back in the flowers on her side. She could not smell anything for miles because of the flowers, 'Pity.' she thought, a small smirk supressed her full red lips.
Re: |Roaming, with no home to return to| « Reply #2 on Jun 30, 2008, 12:47am »
A river flowing beautifully, fish slowly making their way up-stream. A boy sitting near the river, trying to make a small fire. After several minutes, he finally gets the fire going. The boy's name is Rolik. Rolik gets up to find a stick to put his caught fish on, so he can cook them. As he walks among the trees, he starts to hear a noise coming from his fire. Like the sound of of something eating. Rolik drops the sticks and runs back to his fire, coming to late. A single wolf has stolen all his fish and has run off. "Aw man.. I'm still hungry, and that took forever to catch all those fish!" He pouts for a bit, then walks back over to the rivers edge. He lays his sword down next to him and grabs a hold of his fishing rod, and casts the line in the water. "..." He sighs and leans back, laying on the ground, still holding onto the rod.