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Date Posted: 15:37:40 05/05/03 Mon
Author: Ispan
Subject: ^. A Wanderer's Salute to His Past .^

He finds the shadows a comforting presence, their cool hands brushing against his weary form. He pauses, smiling softly as they gently breathe over him, whispering in his cocked ears. As he reluctantly turns his back to the shadows his questing gaze comes across a familiar mark in the old bark. It takes only a few long steps to carry him forward to the bottom of the stairs, his paw immediately reaching for the first step into the sun.

As he slowly climbs the stairs, familiar smells and sounds bombard him. He welcomes them. They can hardly replace those sensations that reside within his old home -- a home he has no desire to return to just yet -- but they warm his spirit just as the shadows had. And the sun warms his body. Blinking, he lifts his muzzle to greet the sun's embrace. His own silence traps his voice, the song of joy that wishes to rear its head to the very heavens, fights against the bars of its imprisonment. After a moment the song loses its renewed hope and settles into the bowls of the wolf's being. This appears to sadden Ispan, his smile drifting from his features as if distracted. He cannot speak; there is no one to speak to.

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^. A Wanderer's Salute to His Past .^ -- Ispan, 07:49:43 05/06/03 Tue
- ^. A Wanderer's Salute to His Past .^ -- Ispan, 15:36:15 05/11/03 Sun