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(First time roleplaying, I guess I'd like it to be semiliterate if that's okay c:)
Plot: Your throat is thick at the thought of leaving. You've never been alone before. Never traveled this eerie snow clad mountain without a guide. But you can't here, can't be a part of their merciless game. You take a step, then two, and you're on your way. It's hard work, the winds are strong, the snow cold. You cough, once, twice. Sickness threatens your body, but you move on.
We're two wolves, from two rival packs (or ways of life, your choice if you'd like to have alway been a loner, etc c:), we need one another, but trust runs thin. Our bodies are worn for journeying so far. We need a place, a paradise. We need to find somewhere to live free. To be alive.
I'll write in this lovely color.
My wolf would be a he (I'm a she, but bleh whatever), he's name shall be Fool (yay for commercials). He's rather sarcastic when nervous. And tends to bite off more than he can chew. He doesn't know how to hunt for heimself, or live on ones own. He's used to being the son of the alpha and given anything and everything he's ever wanted.
So join if you're interested? c:
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