A journey just begun [join/open]

[cass]

Cass made his way through the grass, a large expance of grassy hills stretched around him, inviting him in, but Cass knew better. Such things could get a wolf like himself killed. He was tired from days of walking and sat down out in the open, sniffing the air. Cass could tell that there were others, but he couldn't tell exactly where they were. He was on the boarders of a territory, Gypsy territory to be exact. He had heard of this pack, the way they worked reminded him alot of his birth-pack back on the mainland. Cass stretched and licked one of his fore-paws, loosening a stone stuck between the pads, ears alert for any noise. This pack could be hostile or welcoming, depending on the creature or mood of the alpha, nothing Cass wasn't used to. Finally the maned wolf stood lifted his muzzle to the cloudless sky. He felt a homey feeling here, and he hoped to join, but he wanted to make his presence known before truely getting into the area. He needed an escape route incase.

An eerie howl escaped his maw, drifting over the land, a call for a member of the gypsies, prefurably the alpha to meet him. The call of a loaner looking for a new family, for some hospitality and a small amount of welcome. He wasn't looking for much, just acceptance. He had allot to bring to the table, ability to hunt and fght for himself, and the ability to heal and the knowledge of healing plants. The howl quieted to a whisper then melted away as Cass lowered his head and looked around, waiting for one of the pack to greet him. Hopefully his politeness would be rewarded.

[dreidoj]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=background,http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/602/dreitablemiddle.png,true] Over the years his paws has walked hundreds, maybe even thousands of miles. Pads calloused and rough, probably able to walk across hot coals without feeling a thing. His eyes had seen equally the amount of miles, as many different terrains as this great world had to offer. Barren ice-lands with little food; lush coniferous forests home to birds that sing into the night; vast prairies where you can see the point in which the sky meets the earth. He had also experienced dry desert land, with great canyons forged from rivers. Today though, the scenery was very similar. Tiayr was unofficially his land, and for not keeping a permanent residence here, he knew the territory like the back of his paw. The monotony of the rolling hills was actually relaxing after so many years trying to remember every rock form, every unique tree. Nyjoro Hills was a space where one could let their mind wander, process through the several thoughts and ideas that had been put on hold to deal this more pressing issues. So while he walked to meet the wolf that had requested his presence that is exactly what Dreidoj he planned on doing. It had been far too long since he had last seen Mirela… He had not heard any rumors of another gypsy band, nor had the wolves descended to tear him to bits (pun intended), so she must not have revealed the Gaziché Gypsy’s secrets. She did not know how to live on her own, not for this long anyways. The only other logical explanation for her absence was death. If only I could be so lucky. Dreidoj mused to himself. Little did he know that that was exactly what had happened to his mate. Whilst running after an antelope, she had fallen into one of the many crevices that tear apart the plains of Kamari. After ten days of not water or food, the befallen queen was begging for death and the poisonous serpent was all too happy to oblige in her request. Drei would have gone on with his life, as he was doing, with only a shrug in acceptance of his mate’s passing; he already had his eyes set on her replacement. Although he now felt he had missed out on his chance, having not seen her in a couple of months. Maybe I should just stay a free agent… Besides, if Rhyanne is knocked up… What will Legacy think? Why should I care about what she thinks anyway? He couldn’t have reached the visitor at a more perfect time; his mind was about to implode with the complexes of his relationships and questions about the future. Chocolate eyes fell on the male with mild delight. Dreidoj always appreciated new females to males, but someone new to his band, or either sex, was sounding pretty damn good right about now. Besides, he apparently had more female problems than he could handle. The wolf was of an unquestionable breed. At the very sight of the bright red coat against the summer tones grass. He was a Maned wolf, overgrown foxes some referred to them as; but to Dreidoj, he had always found them to be exceptionally smart creatures. “Good afternoon there sir!” he called, still at a bit of a distance away, but there was no point in prolonging the silence now that they were face to face. Upon moving in closer to the male, Dreidoj asked, “What brings you around these parts of the world on this find day?” a carefree smile etched across his handsome face. ***** words: five hundred ninty-six muse: average. been a long time since I wrote something down. notes:

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