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Post by ~:Flagg:~ on Dec 28, 2005 15:12:01 GMT -5
Flagg had a dark smile on his muzzle, his eyes hidden in his moving cloud of endless shadows. "I wish to speak with an Alpha, please!" he called, his voice twisting through the Valley evily and freakishly nasty. His fur ruffled gently in the breeze, but there was nothing at all gentle about this creauture. His corpse-like body waiting patiently for an Alpha to come.
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Post by Sunstreak on Dec 28, 2005 15:36:51 GMT -5
Ooc| Sam, my brother, Wyonna to you folks is ditcating this to me okay?
Bic| Cold ice blue pools scoffed at the newcomer, she would not come when asked. She did her own will, and her will alone. No one, absoultly no one could say they wished to speak to her and she would come. No one. Her will was hers, and hers alone. Plus, this fox was a male, a brute to the vura of the northlands, and she knew better than to trust a brute, much, much better.
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Post by ~:Flagg:~ on Dec 28, 2005 17:17:09 GMT -5
Flagg twitched his tail with patience, but with eagerness as well. "Fine, I can wait, take your time then if that is what you wish." he cooed, placing his paws into the deep dirt and slipping forward into a lying down position. His black tail rested in the dirt as did his body. His muzzle widened to show his razor-sharp teeth as he bit into a vole he had carried with him on his journey into these god-forsaken territories. "Take as much time as you need..." he whispered out of his blood tinted maw. His tail began to calm and it rested peacefully around his body. The bushiness of his dark tail became bushier as the scent of a fae entered his nostrils. "May that be the lord of this pack?" he barked calmly, his voice slipping off of his raspy tongue.
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Post by ~:Flagg:~ on Jan 13, 2006 20:06:30 GMT -5
Flagg began to grow unpatient. "If you insist..." he mumbled, letting out a shrieking howl, impossible to ignore or not grow naucious from. His shriejk lasted for about five moments, his lungs never losing the poluted air he had breathed in. 'I haven't preformed this since the 1500s...then there was the 1500s...' he thought to himself, and only to himself, when a litle voice busted in. 'Eh? Now wut about that one time in Canada? Wut about that one then, eh? Wut's this? Your wee head has lost its mem'ry, ach?!' it screamed, Flagg growing tired of the Scottish voice. 'Leave it' he thought to the little voice.
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