Post by awesley on Mar 31, 2008 22:46:19 GMT -5
[gah-sorry for the length...this is free for anyone to join in. This can also serve as a general acceptance thread for any characters who wish to join Hallow. Just wanted to get something going here]
Spring was quickly approaching the community of Hallow Village. It had been a long, lonely winter, and like the old Christmas rhyme went-not a creature stirred, not even a mouse. The place had been downright dead. Usually the Hallow Alpha liked the peace and quiet, but this had been too much. He was a dog of few words, taking comfort in his mate, confiding with mainly her, but she'd been out of pocket also, leaving him desperately craving any kind of conversation with another living creature capable of communicating in return. Laying at the master's feet only brought so much interaction.
The brown and tan Bosnian hound stood from his perch on his master's front porch, reaching his front limbs out in a deep stretch, flexing his claws on the cold stone, a yawn coming forth in a bored whine. It was time for him to venture forth into his domain. The snow was melting; he could hear the icy liquid dripping off the roof tops and running down the cobblestone streets. The scent of spring hung heavily in the air as the surrounding plant life prepared to bloom. Usually, it was Echo who went forth, calling pack meetings-she was good at that, and plus, actually being able to see was a nice advantage. He was a good judge of character, and had long ago learned to live with his disability, but still, there were just some circumstances where he missed having his vision.
Wesley strolled down the cobblestone streets. All was quite this peaceful morning, the humans were still inside, preparing for their day's work. Wes had been thinking much about the status of his lands. Things were in disarray. Dogs came and went, strays and wolves lurked on the borders. He did not entirely object to their presence, as long as they kept from causing trouble in the village. He had even begun to see an advantage of having them around. An alliance with them could prove valuable-extra eyes and ears on the outskirts to warn the village dwellers of approaching dangers was always an advantage.
And today, Wesley decided that he would attempt to make contact with all within the sound of his voice, if any at all remained. It had been so quite; maybe he was the only one....he shook the thought from his head as the smells of the forest grew stronger. He was nearing the extent of which he traveled; much further and he would be on unfamiliar grounds. He sat at near the eastern border of the town; right before the road entered the forest. Somewhere beyond the trees, the abandoned village of Semone lay, along with Manor Cemetary. Most of the strays that frequented the Village came from this direction.
He raised his head, a low, but welcoming howl ringing forth, inviting anyone within the sound of his voice to come forth without fear of being driven away. He was a dog of few words, but today he would have to make an exception...
Spring was quickly approaching the community of Hallow Village. It had been a long, lonely winter, and like the old Christmas rhyme went-not a creature stirred, not even a mouse. The place had been downright dead. Usually the Hallow Alpha liked the peace and quiet, but this had been too much. He was a dog of few words, taking comfort in his mate, confiding with mainly her, but she'd been out of pocket also, leaving him desperately craving any kind of conversation with another living creature capable of communicating in return. Laying at the master's feet only brought so much interaction.
The brown and tan Bosnian hound stood from his perch on his master's front porch, reaching his front limbs out in a deep stretch, flexing his claws on the cold stone, a yawn coming forth in a bored whine. It was time for him to venture forth into his domain. The snow was melting; he could hear the icy liquid dripping off the roof tops and running down the cobblestone streets. The scent of spring hung heavily in the air as the surrounding plant life prepared to bloom. Usually, it was Echo who went forth, calling pack meetings-she was good at that, and plus, actually being able to see was a nice advantage. He was a good judge of character, and had long ago learned to live with his disability, but still, there were just some circumstances where he missed having his vision.
Wesley strolled down the cobblestone streets. All was quite this peaceful morning, the humans were still inside, preparing for their day's work. Wes had been thinking much about the status of his lands. Things were in disarray. Dogs came and went, strays and wolves lurked on the borders. He did not entirely object to their presence, as long as they kept from causing trouble in the village. He had even begun to see an advantage of having them around. An alliance with them could prove valuable-extra eyes and ears on the outskirts to warn the village dwellers of approaching dangers was always an advantage.
And today, Wesley decided that he would attempt to make contact with all within the sound of his voice, if any at all remained. It had been so quite; maybe he was the only one....he shook the thought from his head as the smells of the forest grew stronger. He was nearing the extent of which he traveled; much further and he would be on unfamiliar grounds. He sat at near the eastern border of the town; right before the road entered the forest. Somewhere beyond the trees, the abandoned village of Semone lay, along with Manor Cemetary. Most of the strays that frequented the Village came from this direction.
He raised his head, a low, but welcoming howl ringing forth, inviting anyone within the sound of his voice to come forth without fear of being driven away. He was a dog of few words, but today he would have to make an exception...