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Maeron and Hazel
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Date Posted: 16:30:17 05/07/02 Tue
In reply to:
Black Thorn
's message, "*~*onyx figure*~*" on 19:12:41 05/05/02 Sun
The elder one raised her sharp ears in curiosity, but when she saw his particular posture- that of an alpha- she carefully lowered her head, and after a nip by his mother Maeron did the same.
"Greetings to you as well. I am Hazel, and this is my son, Maeron. We have been searching for a pack, and yours sounds as if it would suit us. Right, Maeron?"
Now Hazel raised her coldly intelligent eyes to her son, and stared at him with such intensity that he felt as if she was boring holes into his very soul. Nothing escaped from her penetrating gaze, much to his misfortune as a pup.
"Yes, mother. The pack sounds lovely," replied the young wolf, sarcasm lightly brushed onto his deep voice. Hazel snapped at her son once more, eyes burning with a freezing fire of anger, but made sure her jaws flashed just before his muzzle.
"Watch your tongue, boy. You may be grown, but I am still your mother, and what's more I could lick you in a fight with one claw behind my back."
Now turning towards the other wolf, both gaze and tone losing a great deal of the anger but not the fiery spark that drove her, she stated a simply apology.
"Sorry about Maeron. He got his mother's spirit, I'm afraid."
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