The Antler Mountains ~A Wolf RP~

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fangthehunter said:
" Well, why would your leg matter, you still look amazing," Fang says looking straight at her with his sea-colored eyes, and charming smile.
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“You don’t understand” she said, her voice breaking a little “you’re only going to get yourself killed! I‘m a bad luck charm, everyone I care about dies!” She glanced away, fixing her gaze on the ground and sniffling a little. Still, she found herself edging closer instead of backing away. He sounded just like Balsam, enthusiastic and friendly, wishing to help other people as best he could. This was different, she told herself. Balsam had been a dog, and Fang was a wolf. He wasn’t going to die of hypothermia like Balsam had. Still, it was her fault Balsam had followed her here, when he had a good human family to take care of him. He had died because of her. How was Fang any different?
 
fangthehunter said:
" For one, during the war, I was one of the best warriors, for two remember when I said I got hit way harder, well ya I scared off a bear that had practically gutted me, and finally I'm a good luck charm so there's no type of luck at that will affect us." Fang says while leaning over to lick her on the cheeck.
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fixed a spelling error.
 
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Little Baby Bean said:
Khali kept on doing what she was doing. She sniffed several times for the mama moose but she didn't come back.

Ginger licked his face a few more times. She stopped and pulled Baxter under her.
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Owen was soon fast asleep. Khali's warmth helped him sleep well.

Baxter's little pup tail wagged. He was so happy. He looked up at Ginger. He could see her. That made him happy.
 
NC_Quail said:
“You don’t understand” she said, her voice breaking a little “you’re only going to get yourself killed! I‘m a bad luck charm, everyone I care about dies!” She glanced away, fixing her gaze on the ground and sniffling a little. Still, she found herself edging closer instead of backing away. He sounded just like Balsam, enthusiastic and friendly, wishing to help other people as best he could. This was different, she told herself. Balsam had been a dog, and Fang was a wolf. He wasn’t going to die of hypothermia like Balsam had. Still, it was her fault Balsam had followed her here, when he had a good human family to take care of him. He had died because of her. How was Fang any different?
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(When should Hawk meet Fang? She is meant to be his mate. But some competition would be interesting!)
 
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