Out here, The crow Starves - [Sin/ Open]

[Dancer D' Angelo]

[bg=000000][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] Long slender limbs hauled the ivory prince over the lush terra, silver hues focused on nothing at all. It was a rather warm evening, warm enough that not a shiver was uttered. These lands had claimed him long ago, and so it seemed he was destined to come back here. The grass felt good to his cracked and weary paws, but it would be nicer to have some company. Luc was caught up with affairs of the heart, and he was resigned to give her some space. Breath frosted over as he trailed the approaching shore line, and paused to look down at his reflection. He was a pale phantom among Darker bormn beast, his entire linage of Male blood lines consisted of black and brown wolves. He was nothing like his father, who had been murdered so long ago on those dreaded Isles. Today was the aniveresy of his death, god bless the poor bastards soul. It still didn't sit well, and after all these years it still haunted him. He let out a trembling sigh, turning his head away from the mirrior of doubt. No, no today was a beautifil day and he should enjoy it. Its what Skinner would have wanted. But who else would remember that far back? Every one was gone, even his beloved Zen. He flinched ar the name, and pushed it away. In sudden anxiety he lunged and attacked the water, splashing and snarling like a mad wolf. He nipped at the bitter water, untill exhausted he sank onto his haunches. He sat waist deep in the winter slush, tilting his head sky wards to gaze at the sun set. If only Father dearest could see him now.

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[Sincarla]

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[atrb=background,http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c322/Rune_Kitsune/gifts/Sincarlamiddle.jpg] These new lands were something that Sin still hadnt gotten used to, even in the weeks he had been here. He still remembered those isles, and of course, his own pack lands that his friend Korso now controlled. He would allow Korso to have Darkseid, at least, for now. If he saw weakness, Sin would take Darkseid from Korso. Of course, Korso would never be exiled from his pack, he had known him for to long. He would just be lowered in rank, probably to Beta, but never exiled. Sin walked along the banks of the Oasis, as he explored this new land for the first time since arriving. He wanted to know the different areas of the land, and he needed to find if any of his other friends had made it here. He needed to know if there was anyone else that deserved his own protection. Sin raised his head, and caught a scent, one he hadnt smelled in a long while. Dancer? he thought to himself, instantly alert. Running toward the scent, and he soon saw his old friend, and student in a way. Dancer was one that taught Sin what it was like to live again, and Sin knew that if he needed anything, Dancer would help him. "Dancer, is that you?" --------------------------------------- Word Count;; --- Lyrics Used;; --- Tagged;; --- Notes;; ---