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Date Posted: 18:49:13 12/28/02 Sat
Author: Avalon
Subject: ~it makes your heartbeat jump right off the charts . . .~

~onyx brujo steps forth cross the terra firma at a lope, the obsidian brush fine and dark, gleaming with health, flowing gaily in the breeze that brushes each strand to a shine. the golden oculars quickly whisk to and fro, shining in the moonlight, dancing with a fire of a soul that is truely free. each step is placed correctly, nary a fault can be seen about the masculine's gait. canine slows to halt, receptors and nares working to observe just as much as the orbs did. the lone wolf territory. well, wasn't he a lone wolf himself? it'd been that way since before the black could remember. but no use in digging up the past. his only reason for being here was simply the fact that he was a loner. always had. and maybe always will . . .~

~to start by making a home here, the mascule jogs off, following the scent of water. coming upon a small creek, he finds himself on a small hill, the actual bank below. jumping to the creek's edge, the regal cranium lowers and the tongue laps in the cool water, refreshing and restoring energy to the wolf. turning round, he begins digging inward to the hill, creating a small, rough, but cozy den. after scratching out a bed, the black hops out and onto the "roof", deeming it satisfactory. sharp nails scratch the "roof", letting the others know that this den was his, and that was all he claimed in this terra of others like himself. the brujo shakes off the earth from head to tail and then jogs off to hunt, for it had been nearly a week since he'd made a successful kill . . .~


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