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Post by devildriver on Nov 20, 2008 22:31:42 GMT -5
Mihkail had spent a long ways from home and now on his way back to Russia, his homeland where he was born, bred and later turned. His coloring made him a prime predator in the snow covered lands of the northern Nation of China. He had been traveling weeks now and no luck finding a ride any further north. he could move faster at night in his lion form, but during the day it was too risky as he might run into a poacher who would want to use his fur as a coat.
His mind drifted back to the days he would play out in the fields of father and help harvest whatever he could before first frost. Mihkail was one of the only sons in town whom ever had anything going for him as he was a good strong lad when he was younger, so could have his pick of the wives. But then he did not regret what happened, this allowed him to be free and explore more options learning and waiting in secret beneath the shadows and living off the lives of others. He was not committed to a dusty or frozen over farm or one woman, he had his pick of many. But he came back here to find more of his kind to build up a pack to dominate these lands.
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Post by celia on Nov 20, 2008 23:38:20 GMT -5
Ugh, what am I doing here? Myra had decided to go traveling. Yip.. Great plan. Why on earth had i thought this was a good idea? She strolled up a small path, nothing but rocks. She sighed, this wasn't as scenic as the guide had told her. Maybe she should turn back? There wasn't anything out this way, and she could see snow in the distance. No, she'd paid for the trip out here. She growled and strolled on up the small mountain. Her bare feet padded carefully, with practice around the sharp rocks, This better be worth it..
Sitting down on a large stone, Myra looked out at the view. Wow, more rocks.. She thought sarcasticly, as she took her small backpack off, and took out her water bottle. Sitting more comfortably she took a drink, then she really took notice of her surroundings. The late evening sun, turned everything golden. Ha, the small wise man was right after all. The mist through the canyons glittered. She sat there mezmerised staring blankly into the distance. Enjoying the silence.
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Post by devildriver on Nov 21, 2008 9:13:12 GMT -5
Mihkail climbs the rocky hillside of the area making his way slowly up the steep sides of the great rolling masses of land. Making sure to stay close enough to the edges as to not fall over he manages to make it to a small plateau and decides to take a brake. Their is a small cave on the plateau which he manages to crawl into. Though the entrance is small it opened up to a large cavern which would serve as his camping spot for a few hours. Decided to unpack the needed things he pulls out two wrapped slabs of meat and sets them in a pot. Going outside and gathering any dry wood and brush he could he returns to his cave to start the fire to slightly cook his meal. His thoughts drifted to his first time of leaving the lands and how he had traveled across the frigid land masses further north before he was able to get to a port to take him to London.
Pouring some water in a small collapsible cup Mihkail waits for his food to finish. The smoke of course rolled out of the cave in large mounds making the hills seem to be on fire or appear as such however, if one looked closely enough they would catch the scent. He had hoped it did not attack any unwanted relatives of his kind be they like he or of another species. He just needed to get back to Moscow to set up a base of operations and begin his search for anyone who might be like him. He had never truly heard of his kind being in a large group but it was a start at least. He had not been part of a family in many years and needed to feeling of companionship.
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Post by celia on Nov 23, 2008 4:59:44 GMT -5
After the sun went down, Myra began to twitch. The rock she was sitting on wasn't as comfortable as it looked. Not that rocks look particularly comfy. Standing up, she stretched and yawned. What was she going to do now? She had brought enough food for a night up here, and a blanket. She took a drink of water, then putting her water bottle back in her back pack. Hmm.. Up the hill? The path was starting to become a bore. Myra looked behind her, and raised an eyebrow.
Rock climbing was one of those things she loved to do but never got around to it. She tested a footing with her left foot; safe. The cliff wasn't large but just enough to make her blood start pumping with excitement. About half way up Myra froze, and her mouth started to water. Did she really just smell that? She smelt the air. Some one had mouth watering meat.. And not far from her. With that she scrambled up the cliff as fast as possible.
Myra whined as she smelt the air again. Her Lion whined to and pawed at her. The meat sandwich she'd brought along, wasn't half as appealing anymore. Pulling herself over the top of the cliff, she found the source. Dusting herself off, she tried not to fall over backwards down the cliff. Infront of her there was a small cave, someones hide out? All the way out here? Maybe I should be careful.. Quietly she snuck into the cave, following the mouth watering scent of real food..
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