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| The Rebel Blacks |
| Please take a moment to read the following before continuing The sky was turning into darker shades of blue cobalt and midnight black. Night was approaching rapidly and the shadows were becoming longer with every waking second. You paws are a blur beneath you as you dart through the forest canopy, the beating of your heart pulsing in your ears, louder than thunder. Just when all hope is lost in this labyrinth of a forest, where the sky was barely visible and thick mist loomed over the woodland floor, you hear a bloodcurdling howl, raising above all other noises and echoing long after it was over. You stop running; your fur prickles with indecision as your glowing eyes scan the dark surroundings. A tall, dark figure waits beneath the shadows of the trees. You feel the figure’s presence as dominating. You hold your ground; narrowing your eyes best you can in an attempt to see the figure better. The figure takes a step forward and presents itself to you. It was a she-wolf with a silvery black pelt and piercing eyes the shade of evergreen leaves approaches you. She stops, inches away from you and narrows her eyes, deep in thought. “Such courage…” She remarked, swishing her long tail. You nod your thanks and the she-wolf smiles. “What brings a wolf such as yourself into our woods then?” She inquires. Only then do you notice more black figures immerging from the shadows. “Who are you?” You ask, watching the figures slink gracefully into position. “You may call us,” The she-wolf says, a swift wind blowing her dark fur softly. “The Rebel Blacks.” -Written by Ghost. |
| The Rebel Blacks |
| Please take a moment to read the following before continuing The sky was turning into darker shades of blue cobalt and midnight black. Night was approaching rapidly and the shadows were becoming longer with every waking second. You paws are a blur beneath you as you dart through the forest canopy, the beating of your heart pulsing in your ears, louder than thunder. Just when all hope is lost in this labyrinth of a forest, where the sky was barely visible and thick mist loomed over the woodland floor, you hear a bloodcurdling howl, raising above all other noises and echoing long after it was over. You stop running; your fur prickles with indecision as your glowing eyes scan the dark surroundings. A tall, dark figure waits beneath the shadows of the trees. You feel the figure’s presence as dominating. You hold your ground; narrowing your eyes best you can in an attempt to see the figure better. The figure takes a step forward and presents itself to you. It was a she-wolf with a silvery black pelt and piercing eyes the shade of evergreen leaves approaches you. She stops, inches away from you and narrows her eyes, deep in thought. “Such courage…” She remarked, swishing her long tail. You nod your thanks and the she-wolf smiles. “What brings a wolf such as yourself into our woods then?” She inquires. Only then do you notice more black figures immerging from the shadows. “Who are you?” You ask, watching the figures slink gracefully into position. “You may call us,” The she-wolf says, a swift wind blowing her dark fur softly. “The Rebel Blacks.” -Written by Ghost. |
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Subject: Pack Traditions 
Thu Aug 01, 2013 6:40 pm
