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Posted by AmethystEyez ~Spirit~ on August 6, 2005, 4:06 am She had come home. Or at least, this terrain had once been home...but no, that was not quite the truth. This pack had once been home....but the land? The land mattered little. What had made this place special had been those who had ruled here. Her allegiance always had been and always would be to Lone Zelda and to those who had remained loyal to him. He was, in her eyes, the only true alpha of this land...despite that she had cost him his claim when it had been entrusted to her. The small silver spirit looked around silently. No scents could ever be detected by a phantom nose, but the ghostly figure had other senses...and they told her that the pack was near desolate and unclear in leadership. No matter. She was not here for a challenge, nor even to see whom might hold leadership here now. Purple eyes lifted skyward, looking to Lone Zelda as he neared, waiting in silence for him to join her at her side. ((Beat you here, LZ
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Or so it almost seemed, as small particles shifted and bobbed upon the currents of their own accord, gradually joining together to form the insubstantial form of the ghostly spirit. 
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