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Post by Crystall Skaii on Jul 16, 2011 19:09:05 GMT -5
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Post by Kayleb on Jul 21, 2011 11:19:43 GMT -5
Larka yawned, his golden red fur shimmering in the early morning sun. The creamy fur on his undersides was impeccibly clean as always, having taken almost a half hour each day to groom himself, wanting to be presentable to any wolf or canine that might find it's way to the island. Though he had lived here on this island for almost a year, he was still the only one on it. He wished that someone else would find their way to the island, he was getting quite lonely.
Larka sat on the rocky shore, gazing out at the ocean like he did every morning, hoping someone else would approach the large forested island. He pawed at a pure white rock, sighing. His deep baratone voice echoed over the water as he closed his eyes and spoke. "Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for." He sighed once more as he finished the quotation, finding that he was indeed praying for that exact thing.
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