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Peregrine ~Shifter of Light~
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Date Posted: 14:35:32 04/13/02 Sat
The lion was alone, and he was eager. Young as he was, yet he was powerful, and he knew it. Though knowing, he didn't show it. He knew he was the least likely of his siblings to survive, the Lady Blood Falcon, he was her son, and third heir of his late father, Legolas's throne of power.
The ivory lion didn't care, he wasen't here for his kin's praise, he was here to prove his worth to himself.
He watched the storm for a minute in true distaste, then became a fox. In this form he was ulnerable, but the form was also tough, and he could get close, maybe without any seeing him.
He climbed up the rocks, claws scrabbling 'pon them, and he climbed until he reached the top. The wind whipped at him, ripping at his fur as if it had talons.
Now, came power, now he would fight. But how? He knew nothing of this, he just came to help.
He became a Dragon of ivory and flew, bugling, hoping to find someone to explain to him, or else he's have to fight alone...with no idea..
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