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| Subject: *sigh* I still don't think Sunny, Sar, and Windy are elders. Just... adult wolves. And Windy's still even younger... *pout* | |
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Author: Sarquint and Piper |
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Date Posted: 16:06:12 07/02/02 Tue OOC: Umm... just for the sake of time I'm going to assume everyone has come up to listen to Sar and stuff. If you haven't actually posted it yet, just pretend. ^_^ Sarquint turns his head to Seroko, before addressing the others. "Don't worry if you don't know everyone," he answers for Sunflash, "neither do we. That's why I called everyone together." The black wolf turns, his cat-slit glowing green eyes passing over the new Killers—stopping only a moment on Icedeath—there isn't a bad number now. Much better than when he first arrived. "We've all come here for a similar purpose," he finally says, when he's sure all have gathered together; his voice is aimiable, but commands a certain amount of attention, "to become Killers. Since you're all here, I assume you've decided to make that commitment. For those of you who are a little uncertain exactly what that means, however, I'm going to volunteer Sunflash and Windchaser," he nods to both wolves in turn, "to help. I believe they are the most qualified to explain. However, there's more to being here than just learning the OldWays and fighting DeathMakers. We must also be a pack and live as a pack. Thus far, we've been grouped off on our own a bit. So perhaps we should all introduce ourselves. After all," he says with a smile, "if we're going to live together, we ought to know eachother." "I am Sarquint," the black wolf starts, "I've had experience in the Clans, though not before in the Killers." He doesn't directly say DeathMakers, after all, he stayed in the Changer Clan for a while, too. There's no reason to single himself out as a former Darkwolf. Piper crinkles her nose at Vren when he's not looking. She dislikes how he just dismissed her and Lunaia like they weren't interesting at all. Big stupid-head. They're just as interesting and nice as Nervelli! Her attention is grabbed away, however, when Sarquint howls, and when Nervelli tells them they need to go, Piper paddles back to shore. "We'll 'ave to come back," she says, shaking the wet out of her fur, "is fun here. Hey, Lunay!" she yips, looking slyly at her friend, "I'll race ya back to da others!" She gives the other pup a toothy grin then dashes off, running as fast as her little legs will carry her. She tumbles to a stop by WindChaser, and pads back over to her appointed gaurdian. Piper snuggles in between WindChaser's paws, getting comfortable—and probably getting WindChaser wet. Her emerald eyes watch the others, and when Sarquint calls for introductions, she pipes up, "'M Piper! 'n dat's Lunay," she adds, nodding to the other, purple-eyed pup. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |