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Post by Cloudmuffin - - on May 21, 2011 16:59:59 GMT -7
The beast strolled onward, ignoring the wetness that seeped against his white paws with every step. Scanning the terrace, he took in the nearly treeless scape, the thick marshiness, the single enormous structure of stone. It was desolate, not something he would normally find as a fitting home, but it had a certain feel to it that beckoned him. He wanted it. Mouth slightly parted, he tasted the scent of the wind. All the wolf scents were stale. Pitty. He was itching for a fight. However, even in it's abandoned state he wanted this soppy plane as his own. Saku leapt foward, large ebonite wings extending with his legs, stretching out and beating downward. He let his momentum pull him into flight, staying low. With a few powerful strokes of his wings he lit upon the cold surface of the rock. During the day it would have been a good place to sun, however in the high of night, it's surface was frosty enough to send an ache up his legs.
He explored the rock for a few hours, nose taking in it's history while his other senses took in it's present. The inner rock was still warm from the sun. it made him slightly drowsy. Bones and such littered the floor, left over from its previous residents. The lack of stench from its owners only furthered the proof of it's abandoned state. Shaking off the fatigue, he strolled from the rock. For now, he simply lifted his leg and left a challenge for anyone who happened upon his terrace. Later he would come back and do a more extensive marking. Wings unfolding, Savage took to the air, expert wing strokes carrying him away from his new home.
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