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Post by Tuari and Indigo Misae on Feb 2, 2011 12:30:49 GMT -5
This thread is so that myself, any anyone else with Werewolf characters, do not internally combust from lack of RPing. Also, its an attempt to stave off this site's death.
1. OPEN FOR ANYONE (as long as it makes sense)
2. You don't need to wait for Indigo to post; basically, it's night, and the huge bonfire is lit.
3. ...YEAH.
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Post by Tuari and Indigo Misae on Feb 7, 2011 21:02:02 GMT -5
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
To a Human, the muffled sound of the stone hitting his hand would be almost imperceptible- to Indigo, the sound was like a heartbeat. Lying flat on his back, he would toss it gently in the air above him, half of the object crimson in the bonfire's flickering glow, and catch it just before it hit his bare chest. He had been doing this for nearly five minutes, somehow soothed by the repetitive motion.
As was understandable, it had been a stressful past few days. News was hard to contain in Naulas; any stray thought in a canine form would allow that thought to be broadcast to all other wolves. Yeszlin's disappearance was old news in comparison to Yina, and an air of smoldering misery hung thick in the air.
The twins had done their best to keep spirits up; they joked, teased, and pranked as was usual, but with a less enthusiastic response. Those that had previously enjoyed (or at least tolerated) their games were now quick to snap. Children they entertained were kept close to the skirts of their mothers, and the Pack guard was on more vigorous watch than ever before, which severely cut into the twins' goof-off time.
Tuari was off...doing something. Contrary to popular belief, there were some points in time where the two weren't attached at the hip; rare times, yes, but still there. Indigo was fairly tired, and lost in thought, to the point that he didn't sense the figure approaching him.
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