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Post by ~Ice Blitz~ on Apr 27, 2011 12:59:08 GMT -5
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With a little less grumble than before, Cafall snaked through the terrain that his pack could now call home. He would have to congratulate Tempest on the lovely choice of land...it really was perfect for Manisk Mordare.
Smirk back in place, the brute continued his trip of the land, flat brown eyes open for the gray brute that called himself leader of their little band. He had an idea for Tempest, one he hoped the brute would take to heart, and appreciate.
Of course, he could just howl. That would make finding the brute that much easier. But Cafall didn't howl. Just wasn't his thing. And he didn't want all of Manisk Mordare (chiefly that twat Moony, and his midget king buddy Kain) to know of his plan. They'd surely call him useless and steal his beautiful idea right out from under his nose.
And Cafall would only stand to being picked on so much from others before he found sneaky, nasty little ways to fight back. Ones that didn't always involve death.
Speaking of, that voice in the back of his mind, the devious disturbing dark passenger was slowly climbing his way back up into Cafall's consciousness. It wouldn't be long now, before he need to hand over the controls again.
And there! Cafall's questing nose caught the faint scent of Tempest. Pacing faster, he headed for the brute, hoping to catch him alone instead of with followers.
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OOC: has a plan!
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MUSE: good
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