.:::Acid Tongue, Venom Word:::. -- [Laseia River Pack]

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Date Posted: 19:01:24 04/07/02 Sun
Author: Lead
Subject: .:::Acid Tongue, Venom Word:::.

.:::Massive form of leaden pelted beast moves into this region. The thin layer of permafrost beneath dark brute's paw crunches with every step of weighty creature. Lanky very well muscled limbs carry toned body of regal masculine across the terra that lay before he-wolf. Frame abruptly stops without making a sound. Maw raises into the atmosphere, nares twitch searching for scents, the only one he could find was his own. Acidic green orbs examine brujo�s slightly rugged surroundings. The river, the mountains, the flatlands, and a herd of mountainous goat where all studied by the wise optics of this wandering soul. A pleased sigh slips from brute�s strong throat, this land would suit him well. Orbs gave the land one last scan, there seemed to be no owner for there where no scents in the wind. Serpent plume swayed slowly as immense ashen scull whips up, deadly mandibles of baneful brute open releasing a mighty howl into the atmosphere, strands of saliva fell from brujo�s long plaque stained daggers as his call echoed through the terra. This terrain was now his to grow in under the tittle of Lead, Alpha masculine of the Laseia River Pack. As scull lowered a new task came to mind, he must now scent mark the boundaries of his new land. Slowly enormous charcoal brujo set forth marking his territory with a strong chemical message. Only the ones he found worthy, and truly evil would join him in his new pack. After hours of this activity the new Alpha searched for a refuge from the cold which he found in a shallow cave that was much to his liking. After settling in immoral beast curled up into a ball of warmth, trap like mind gradually drifted into a silent sleep, easiest sleep he had had in months. Yet thorn like auds where ever wary, at any sound or smell of an outsider beast would awake. But for now he rested his weary mind:::.

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