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05-13-2017, 11:10 PM
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G L A S G O W
Glasgow wasn’t the most observant of events that went on in the Basin. However, on this particular day, she had simply been watching and wandering, noticing a line of equines moving and soon disappearing into the pines. The scent of predators was faint from her distance, and against her better judgement, she figured she should follow them. Perhaps it was for a quest, or for something else? Perhaps someone needed help? As she began to move her old joints that way, she came up behind the gathering. Her stomach dropping as the scent grew stronger and her mind trying to push her toward turning with her tail between her legs, back to the safety of her cave. But she spotted Rikyn and Toulouse, and nobody in distress, and so quietly she started to fall in line. Making her way up beside Toulouse she nodded her head to him with a soft ghostly smile of hello before looking toward Rikyn and then out toward where everyone else was looking. The Alphas had already shown, and immediately Glasgow is interested. She had spent so many years surrounded by equines, that the idea of other species’ routines and ranks had never really crossed her mind. What was it like to be a wolf? As she watched, pups poured from their den, watches as a line begins to grow toward the clearing with an older wolf following. It seemed peaceful for now, despite all her life believing them to be these rugged, rough monsters. They didn’t seem to notice the gathering as far as Glasgow could tell, or perhaps they didn’t care. She did come after everyone else, anyway. Perhaps she missed some unspoken words between her lead and theirs, however that would work. "Talk." what a strange illusion it is, to suppose that beauty is goodness |
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