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East coast.East coast or West coast?
~Shay
This character stunned me when the screen turned from its usual slow loading screen to the perfection of the layout I saw before me. All the information about this magnificent character runs smoothly through the Bio.
Thank you for putting this up! I was surprised to see its display at first, and I really enjoyed reading the history of this beautiful creature(Oakfrost of Erendale).
 | "It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light" A deep yawn came from the furred canine deep within his sheltered rock. The pale milky light illuminated patches of his grayish-brown pelt, warming his groggy body. He had been drifting in and out of sleep for most of the morning, and felt content enough to stay in his shaded shelter for the entire day. It wasn't until the hunger pains began clawing at his stomach when the coyote stifled a groan and popped open his golden orbs, fully awakening from his slumber. He ears twitched at the sounds of the morning becoming more audible. The distant chirping of birds, splashes of the creatures lingering in the water, the crackling of broken twigs- It all flooded to the male's ears like an endless stream. Sven rose to his paws that were caked with crumpling dry mud from the previous day and scattered the dead leaves that were hopelessly littered around his sleeping place before pushing himself out of the opening to the rock. He couldn't ignore his stomach forever. A full blast of sunlight rays hit Sven as soon as he stepped through the entrance. The coyote let out a sneeze, squinting his eyes in the bright light that was partly hidden behind the tree tops. He tilted his head in surprise, as he noticed his companion, Torshe, wasn't sitting outside his 'den'. He wasn't a usual early riser in the morning, and typically found the younger coyote up before him. He chuckled to himself sniffing the area around the rock shelter for any sign that the female had been here earlier that morning. "Perhaps she went to look for food, wondering what has become of me," said the grayish-brown swirled coyote to himself as he brought his muzzle close to the dampened grown around him. Or, Torshe was off on her own for the day. Or still snoozing away like he had been. All were likely answers for the female's whereabouts. Especially since they had roamed around a lot the previous day, later being chased by the stupid mutts of the ranch with their lolling tongues and one-goal mindsets. They had escaped just in the knick of time before their obsessive barking alarmed the humans. To them it was more of a game, rather than a threat. It was apparent in their ogling eyes that never drifted away from the target for a second. Sven always assumed they were given some sort of reward for chasing them off, a way to celebrate the small victory. Why else would a creature who was supposed to be some distant cousin of theirs want to lick Man's feet forever? The whole concept seemed strange to the coyote. |
