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5 yrs ago
Current It's been like 5 years since I last logged in here, but I've finally finished college. Howdy!
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10 yrs ago
Do spambots dream of electric sheep?
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10 yrs ago
Hopal for more Opal <3
11 yrs ago
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11 yrs ago
👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there
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Think I might drop. I can't keep up without staying up all night.
I feel like someone's just decided not to post anymore.
He shook his head, his ears falling back slightly. "It was dying when I found it. Dropped by a hawk." He then turned his head to Amber. "If you follow my scent backward, you should be able to catch the dens' scent. I'll look for Lila if you'd like."
He shrugged dismissively, although he was clearly delighted to be recognized for the small start. "It was the only one I found, and I think a hawk dropped it. But I smelled many dens. The problem is getting them out." He tilted his head and thought a moment, then dropped the mouse in front of Klondike's feet.
A delicious smell wafted to Alkah's nose, which twitched eagerly when it hit him. It was only a mouse, but he figured that even a small morsel could help. He crouched low and followed the tempting, fresh smell, bunched up his muscles when the time was right, and pounced. It turned out he didn't even need to; the prey had been mortally wounded, maybe by some bird of prey, and was dying. He shook it to break the neck and put it out of its misery, then put it down and lifted his snout to the breeze. His packmates were near. Looking forward to showing off the tiny kill and giving it to whoever he decided should have it, he snatched the carcass and marched off to join the other hunters.
Alkah lay half-awake and chewed on a bleached deer bone that must have been a year old; no meat or flavor was left but it still provided some entertainment. When he realized a large portion of the pack had left, he scrambled to his feet and tucked his tail between his legs. They'd think terribly of me if they came back and found me with no food. The dark wolf scratched some dirt onto the dry bone as a way of warning others off of it so that he could give it away later, on his own accord. With that task done, he slipped out of the clearing alone and decided that the risk of being found by a tiger was worth the chance of scoring some food for the pack and himself.
Is it okay for me to just jump in?
I'm interested.
Name: Alkah Age: 2 years Looks: Position in Pack: Hunter Personality: Although Alkah is serious when the situation calls for it, he is often laid back and maybe goofy. He likes giving gifts to pretty much anyone in the pack, be they bones, interesting rocks, lumps of wood or abandoned wasp nests.
Wolf nerd here, I'd be delighted to join.
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