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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/sheoltablemid.png] norm - talking - thinking Paws thudded unevenly on the ground, creating an amateur rhythm. The wolf they belonged to was swinging his head, eyes closed, lost in some sort of strange trance. He was moving though, and to any ignorant onlooker he seemed to be on the fast track to danger. Wolves didn't walk alone so openly, especially not with their eyes closed. Perhaps he would walk off a ledge somewhere, into a river or a rocky canyon. Perhaps; but not likely. Sheol was perfectly aware of his surroundings - he took little peeks out of his eyes now and then. His ears, like any wolf's, were finely tuned and picking up a certain radius of noise that may or may not be a threat to him. He was presently safe. He had smelled the scent of wolf not long ago, powerful and placed very specifically. The thought crossed his mind that it might be a pack, and the thought of company had appealed to him. While he had been tempted to do this odd little dance right into the heart of them, he knew that other wolves weren't as laid-back as he. Instead, he kept himself near the border but within the territory, making indents in the ground where his paws had been repeatedly stepping. It was now that it occurred to him that he should bark, howl, announce himself. If one of the pack members just found him here in all of his strangeness, it could mean trouble for him rather than welcome. So, with an arrogant smirk, he put his face to the sky and howled, a weird sound that rose up and down at unexpected intervals. He was in a musical mood today. In his mind, that howl had been a song. He looked back to the space in front of him, sat down, and felt the urge to yawn. Not being one to deny himself, he opened his jaws wide and felt the surge of fresh air into his lungs like a paralytic lick. He let himself fall and roll onto his back, panting to himself as he rolled indulgently in the grass and dirt. Someone would come, he knew, and they would find him sitting here with his gaze directed over at the beautiful lake. Sheol was proud to be around.

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/25zkpwm.png] words • "talking" • thinking Rostyn was napping, as usual. There wasn’t much else to his life, if he wasn’t patrolling. There was no one else around to talk to or be with. He needed more pack members, he knew. But the rush of wolves that had been flowing into Everfrost had slowed, and there were few showing interest in his pack nowadays. In the back of his mind he knew that he should do something about it, but he wasn’t sure what. So he kept on with his usual activities; patrolling, napping, hunting when he needed to. Without pack wolves to hunt regularly, prey had become abundant. He rarely took down anything large on his own, so there were plenty of deer, antelope, and other larger creatures to be hunted. So why did no one come here? ‘Napping’ for Rostyn meant that he had been laying down with his eyes closed, thinking. It rarely meant that he was actually asleep. Despite that, he would get so caught up in his thoughts that he might as well have been asleep. Sometimes it took quite a bit to wake him up, but today all it took was a strange howl that carried across the land, right to where he was resting. The howl was close, so it must have been no farther than the other side of the lake. It was loud enough that it caught his attention immediately and he opened his eyes to look around him. The lake was just hidden from his view through the trees, but he could smell it. If the howl had come from the other side of the lake then he did not have far to travel. He might as well get up and make his way over there now, rather than putting it off for a few more minutes. Besides, the strange notes in the howl had caught his attention and his curiosity would not let him rest again until it was satisfied. Rostyn stood, stretched, and then began to lope around the lake, staying inside the tree line to keep himself hidden from view. Though he was the alpha of Nyack, he made no attempt to look the part. His head was carried at a relaxed, lower height. Nothing about him made him look like a regal alpha. Some scoffed at him for his laid back approach to leading, but he had found in the past that it worked so he continued to use his methods. A short run found him on the other side of the lake and it was not long before he found the stranger, who was making enough noise to alert the entire area of his presence. Rostyn stopped, remaining hidden in the trees, and watched for a moment as the wolf rolled around in the dirt and the grass. It was strange behavior, and Rostyn wasn’t certain if this wolf would be a good individual to have on his lands, let alone in part of his pack. He would have to wait and see, however, if this wolf had anything to offer the pack, or if he was even interested in joining. Rostyn finally stepped forward, clearing his throat for the other wolf to hear. He kept his head and tail at the height of a normal ranking pack member, remaining relaxed simply because he was more comfortable with his head lower rather than higher. “Can I help you?” he asked, hoping that he had the stranger’s attention by now. word count;; 578 starring;; rostyn for;; sheol muse;; not too bad comments; i might be a bit rusty xD i apologize

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/sheoltablemid.png] norm - talking - thinking Between the cool grass and damp earth, Sheol felt the heat of his beat fever gradually ebbing away. Finally paying attention to his more important senses, he realized the scent of water was nearby, another plus to this piece of land. 'It seems really great here,' Sheol thought to himself. 'I should like to stay.' Of course, he would have more exploring to do before he could be certain of that; and in any case, the other wolves he smelled may not want him around. He would have to deploy some of his excellently crafted diplomacy skills in that case. He heard a noise, but thought to disregard it, laying still on the ground now and just letting his fur soak in the warmth from above and the cool from below. It was an interesting sensation. His tail twitched in preparation to wag, but his brain had suddenly registered what that odd noise was: a wolf clearing his throat. He looked up abruptly and spotted the creature shortly before he spoke. Sheol paid more attention with his eyes than his ears, unfortunately. This wolf seemed too relaxed to be the Alpha; all of the other leaders he had seen were very flamboyant about that status. But then, this wolf could be tricking him as well. Sheol's tail twitched again and a slight smirk appeared on his muzzle. He would just be himself, regardless. He was good at that. "Can you? I'm looking for a way to get permission into this here. . ." He paused, sweeping the area with his bright emerald gaze. "Territory." His smirk widened into a grin as he faced the wolf again, tail wagging slowly. "My name is Sheol, by the way. I could be the most useful wolf you'll find for furlongs." He felt proud of that line. 'It's true,' he thought, 'I'm talented. I could probably show this one up, at least.' Sheol, being who he was, considered his pride a good thing. It meant he could tell people what he was good at without hesitation. He didn't consider humility weak, though, simply less desirable. If you are constantly saying you aren't so good or aren't so deserving, eventually you'll convince everyone around of that fact; and that, thought Sheol, was very very bad indeed. Others needed to know of your greatness or else they would walk all over you. Rankings, furthermore, were nothing more than limits or labels on how one should behave. Sheol didn't like limits or labels. He was his own brand, and, in his mind, the very best available. His eyes shone as these thoughts rolled around in his skull; he liked reminding himself of how great he was. ooc: haha, no worries. sorry about the slow reply, i've been doing a lot of school things. early graduation is not just a matter of taking extra classes, it seems. :v

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/25zkpwm.png] words • "talking" • thinking Rostyn was not in the most pleasant of moods. Whatever it was, this stranger was not someone that he was eager to speak with, and he would like this meeting to be over with as soon as possible. Despite the unpleasant feelings he was getting from the situation, however, Rostyn knew that he had to go through the motions of greeting someone who wanted entrance onto his lands. So he went along with the situation, though reluctantly. Already he was not fond of the wolf’s attitude. As he listened to what the stranger had to say he had a growing sense of dislike. His response, when it came, was curt and reserved; far different from his usual friendly personality. “Is there a reason why you want to enter my lands? I’m not about to allow anyone to enter for just anything.” If the wolf had not known that he was the alpha, then he would now. Rostyn had as good as said as much when he had responded to the wolf’s inquiry. His gaze did not stray from the stranger, though his posture did remain relaxed for the time being. He was less than friendly. In fact, he was more business-like than he usually was. Such was the way that he treated strangers that he began to dislike almost immediately upon meeting them. His ears were pricked forward as far as they could go, listening to what the wolf, Sheol, had to say. But other than that his body remained relaxed, with the exception of a few signs of irritation here and there. “Useful? That’s a broad term to use,” he answered calmly. Sheol’s words meant little to him, except to hint at his personality. “Every wolf that seeks me out believes that he or she is useful, but rarely do they prove their worth.” Rostyn narrowed his gaze a little, watching the stranger. His words had spoken of pride or conceit, something that did not sit well with Rostyn, who was not a proud wolf (at least for the most part). He was more laid back and relaxed; not proud. Pride was nothing that he valued in either himself or in others. “I doubt you are of any use to me. Unless you can make specific reference to how I may find you useful, please take your leave and refrain from returning here again.” While his response was less than friendly, Rostyn felt that it was adequate enough. He was not in the mood to be messing around today. word count;; 417 starring;; rostyn for;; sheol muse;; ok for the moment comments;