by Wildmagic_warrior » Wed Mar 09, 2011 5:50 pm
"I know," said Race, watching the snow fall. "That's what I'm afraid of. I have to go back, in order to claim my place in the Lone Star pack, but in order to do that I'll have to kill the only family I've got left. It's been weighing on my mind for a while now."
Beka sat atop the Tallrock, which was actually a stump of petrified wood, and watched the large snowflakes drift down. In a moment of whimsy, she opened her mouth and held up her muzzle, letting them fall on her tongue and laughing as they did so.
I'm Wildmagic_warrior,
but you can call me Wild.
Pronouns: he / him



I have a bachelor's degree in Russian Studies. I also love stage management and theater tech!