Disbelief

[Neron]

O U T O F C H A R A C T E R Fwee. I N C H A R A C T E R Laying down sweetly in the grove, he wished to one day call his own, was a scatter brained, knowledgeable pup. The young wolfs name was, and to this days, name was Neron. Meaning Strong, to those who lack intelligence. Neron was the bravest of hearts, and didn't mind sharing his generosity with the people around him. But one thing most failed to notice about Neron, was that he was too grown up for his own tastes. He preferred talking with grown ups rather than other puppies his age. They were too immature all the time. Lifting his sullen gaze off of the grove he layed in, came the sudden bound of energy that escaped his lungs, breaking the silence. A loud sigh that called out through the fog of the night, and rang in the forest like a pair of bees fighting over a distant flower that could be used for pollen captures. Swinging his front paws forward and to overlap each other, a yawn emitted, showing small fangs, and a light raspberry pink tongue lolling out of his small mug. A short howl of a bark, sounded off through the terra after that yawn, seeing as he couldn't quite properly howl yet, him being only about 8-9 months old in this world. Sure, he didn't mind that he had no parents, he wasn't complaining. Besides, who needed parents, when you could join a home all by yourself, and enjoy living for as long as you could possibly find living worthwhile. It was great, this place. It was quiet, luxurious, and it held a nice little ring into it, seeing as it was tranquil, and held pleasure in its winds.

[Sydney]

(Posted Image) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Posted Image) Finally a post from Sydney! (Posted Image) Sydney had never been one for reflection when she was little, and yet in the dark of the night she found herself wide awake when she would rather be napping. It had been a long day; even though wolves were primarily nocturnal. This pack seemed to enjoy being active more in the sunlight of the early hours than the darkness and late ones. However, both were equally beautiful in her eyes. She'd been laying by her central den, pondering why she was left alone in these lands. No one had come to see her or request acceptance into her world. Perhaps no one ever would. However, she doubted that was the case. Someone had to want to live on these lands, with their falls and caves and rivers. They really were just as beautiful as the other lands she'd scouted out before claiming these for herself. That self proclamation bothered her a little bit, but she pushed it aside. If other wolves came, then they would automatically bow down to her. Odd thought. However, her thoughts were soon interrupted as a rather frightening, childish yelp rang out. It was neither a bark nor a howl; but it still caught in the ears of the aitra. Rising slowly to her feet, blue eyes reflecting the pale moonlight as she gazed in the direction of the sound, she stepped cautiously forward. She was used to the mist rolling in front of her eyes and skewing her vision; so she could move quickly. And she picked up her pace quite quickly, indeed. Moving silently through the mossy forest was an easy task for her; considering her background, and she quickly came to a small clearing in the dense foliiage of her forest. She came to a halt, her eyes rested on the lazy form of a pup. From the looks of him, he was near the end stages of his puphood; and growing quickly into an adolescent. However, his fur still seemed to hold the down of puppihood, and it caused an invisible, inward smile. How innocent children were. And that thought saddened her because she knew that sooner or later he'd be exposed to the reality of life. Stepping forward slowly, she lowered his head to his level, eyes shining in the quiet bathing of the moon. "Hello." She said quietly, watching him intently. Her tail flicked back and forth about her hocks as she watched him, waiting to see what he might say. He seemed above average in the pup department, and this intruiged her.

[Neron]

O U T O F C H A R A C T E R its short, sorry. I N C H A R A C T E R Looking at the lands of this new place, Neron could tell that he would be quite suited in this pack, knowing that there was hope for a new life here. He needed to get out on his own for once, and feel the rythym of the world underneath his feeble paws. He was so close to one year, that he could feel that his life would be quite well. The winds suddenly changed in the atmosphere, as he felt a presence somewhere close to him. He got up from his placement on the ground, as a female wolfess came close to him, and bent her down to his level. She spoke a shallow 'hello' to him, as he nodded his head, and tipped his crania slightly hellward. "Hi." Neron replied, looking at the females straight on sea green eyes. They were beautiful. They were like a vast pool of liquid water that seemed to swing its way into Nerons life. Water was something he was related to, he knew its movements, he knew its ways. It traveled slow and steady, and bound its way over and around obstacles.