
Posted by Leonardo on March 12, 2006, 4:42 pm Leonardo was no longer a lone wolf, soon to come would be his first mate. She was lovely. The golden wolf liked his lips, his scarlet tonge shimmering with saliva, and his eyes examined the pack. It looked deserted. It smelled deseted. It was empty. Instead of dissapointment Leonardo felt a strange approval for this, emptieness. How very strange.
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Elegant like the spicy flames of an arson he was. Leonardo's fiery ruby eyes shimmered like water and his golden, robust pelt shivered agianst the slow winds. A white feather was hooked from the hairs behind the wolf's left ear and flipped and fluttered in the wind, dazzeling the eyes of anyone who watched he walk by.
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