Roleplays featuring animals or non-human fantasy creatures which are based on a book/movie/tv show (e.g. Warrior Cats, My Little Pony, Pokemon)
by Kaylawolf » Fri Jul 15, 2011 1:54 pm
In the quiet forest, Crest heard the light foot steps of a trailing wolf. She pricked her ears up and listened closely. Her crescent moon mark on the right side of her face glowed, easily spotted from the shadows, also her green eyes, but her green eyes were not as noticeable in the forest area. Due to the greenness of the woods itself.

It was different when there was a Stark in Winterfell.
But the old wolf's dead and the young one's gone south
to play the Game of Thrones,
and all that's left us is the ghosts.
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by TheWolfInside » Fri Jul 15, 2011 1:57 pm
Blaze arrived about where the scent was strongest, she looked around, not seeing anything at first. Then when she looked closer she could see some darker than shadow figure, and a faint blue glowing. She curiously padded towards it.
Eshe waited for a bit longer in the tree, hoping she could at least find SOME information except the fact that they had gotten the message too.
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by Kaylawolf » Fri Jul 15, 2011 2:03 pm
Crest watched the firiey red wolf walked close to her. Crest's eyes narrowed slightly as they female wolf padded towards her, she did not move, but she held her spot.

It was different when there was a Stark in Winterfell.
But the old wolf's dead and the young one's gone south
to play the Game of Thrones,
and all that's left us is the ghosts.
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by Kaylawolf » Fri Jul 15, 2011 2:14 pm
Crest sent a low growl threw her muzzle, then narrowed her eyes. "Who are you?" She questioned her. Her tone was strong and brave, a force not to be messed with.

It was different when there was a Stark in Winterfell.
But the old wolf's dead and the young one's gone south
to play the Game of Thrones,
and all that's left us is the ghosts.
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