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Post by Kashu on Jul 30, 2012 20:04:21 GMT -5
The low howl reverberated throughout the cliffs of the mountains, rolling off the rocks and trees themselves before dying out on the edge of the forest below. It was the call of the Alpha, King of the Kings, mightiest wolf in living memory. The half-lit moon poured silvery illumination on all objects in the pack's territory, causing the boulders to cast shadows on glittering streams.
The broad-shouldered, midnight wolf stood prepared from atop his domain. A large rock protruded over a natural flat, carved out from years of erosion and hundreds of paws tracing over its smooth face. Below this rock, and raised slightly above the ground, was an indention into the cliffside, partially hidden by lichen and covered in shadows. Rubble and thickly-padded dirt led up to the lair, and from there up a narrow ledge wound its way up to the protrusion.
Nuka, that cruel-hearted alpha male, staring coolly with his amber eyes over his subjects that came crawling to to the calling grounds. "Come forth, my strongest soldiers! The King of Kings calls you."
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